Artist Jane Brucker (left) at work in Alford. |
As the road meandered through Donside on the way to Lumsden and the low winter sun
lit the snow on the hills and made the river glisten, I tended to listen to a
recording by actor Paul Scofield of T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. To be fair, I probably only
half-listened, moving in and out of really paying attention depending on the
condition of the road. The recording became a soundtrack for my journey, the
cadencing of the voice a mesmarising soundscape interspersed with words
repeated at intervals to anchor my thoughts.
Last week Jane and I held an Unravel event with two knitters and several passers-by at the shop Alba Yarn in Alford. After an introduction on letting go, each participant started unravelling one piece of knitting and eventually rolled up the yarn into a ball. While they were doing so a silence unfolded during which I read the series of poems I called Meditation, once straight through and then in a different order to create new narrative and meaning. After finishing my reading the silence continued. What stood out for me in the discussion that ensued eventually was the idea that the timbre of my voice and the rhythm and cadences inherent in the poem, did helped participants to let go. Without this soundscape, however, they would have continued their thoughts as usual.
Though our time at SSW is over, Jane and I hope to continue our
collaboration over the next year or two. In the nearer future, however, I hope
to continue developing my methodology of performing my poems in ways that encourage the creation
and recreation of meaning collaboratively.
Few – the
words
I use to
portray
The craft of
a creator;
The knitting
needle
Like the
quill I write with
Expressing
the habit of hands.
Many – the
meanings
Expressed
through those words;
Like a
collage of colours
A knitter
can choose from;
Meanings
through words
Arranged and
arranging
Created and
creating.
***
Creating and
recreating
Are both the
seed of creation
And creation
germinating in unravelling.
If all
creation is becoming
All creation
unfolds.
What might
be seen as one act
Unfolds as
performance.
Creating and
recreating,
The end a
new beginning
In the play
of time.
Copyright text, poem and image Petra Vergunst
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