Tribute to the Plaza
“I still like to believe that the square is a human invention. And that tickles me. So when I have a preference for him, I can only say excuse me. “ Josef albers
You loved the square of the square
the hardness of it, its resistance
But a thousand squares
it is a kind of tenderness,
Don’t you think
Square is earth
it is earth, it is pure, it is prithvi,
It’s all we stand on
there is no ambiguity,
it is perimeter, it is geometry,
It’s where I put my feet, my head
You loved the colors because they lie
because they make you see what you want to see.
You say firm and wild
and I see a saffron bucket,
who is actually my father.
You say warmth and softness
and i see clouds, or is it wildebeest?
Charging in the woods with muscles
I thought they were extinct. Sartorius, gracilis.
Electric storms. No. Alas. Not.
The excruciating flexibility of the door hinges.
All descriptions are pedestrian.
You’re standing on the edge, holding a sign:
This way to Squaredom. And it’s nothing
we understand what square is today –
limited, cornered, conservative.
Instead, draw, draw from these squares
the heavy containment of the earth.
Been sitting there so long waiting
so that the toes make contact. The reliability
earthen. Flows up through the bodies
through heads, to the sky, which is not a square,
baby but the ceiling that’s always been up
and around us, a generous blue cup.
Pura (Sanskrit) – area of the city or temple
Prithvi – Vasto, a Hindu goddess and the name of the earth.
Sartorius, gracilis – two of the three thigh muscles