Maya Deren
I will mix all your opinions
with the tobacco in this cigarette
and taste the smoke as I watch them burn.
I am a woman whose gender
knows the patience of birthing,
yet you ask….no, you demand
I create according to your
formula of immediacy.
Art is not a crying infant taught
to walk in a single day...It is
an open wound carved by devotion
until it speaks its completion.
Creativity whored to profit
sacrifices its vision to explanation.
I prefer the wind, the human body,
a rose to fill the silence with the
poetry of movement.
I choose independence over the
collar Hollywood would place
around my neck…Cinema should
be a medium for fine-art not
the regurgitation of mediocrity.
Written for Real Toads Bits of Inspiration ~ Maya Deren
Comments
I would have liked to have been with her in Greenwich Village. Those were the days.
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with the tobacco in this cigarette
and taste the smoke as I watch them burn"---this is exquisite.
This is my favorite portion:
"Art is not a crying infant taught
to walk in a single day...It is
an open wound carved by devotion
until it speaks its completion."
Great write, Susie!!
"Art is not a crying infant taught
to walk in a single day...It is
an open wound carved by devotion
until it speaks its completion. "