Hortus Poems

Hortus Poems Luc Piron paintings digital prints Andreas Weiland poems 2006-2008 Hortus 1 “in the garden of god god is in the garden in the wind and the wind is tending the lilies the lilies that are in the field And the leaves are blowing in the wind And god is in the garden in the wind” arum - II - 3 arum – II – 3 Ptolemaeus may have drawn the map of the earth Between plates of glass in similar fashion - watched through the microscope Biologists draw the map of a plant’s interior it seems to still swing a little as if it was a world of its own - in the fluid it loses A dark continent swing in it & opened like a babe in the mother’s womb it turns out it is grey & purple, O yeah orange, with a bit of pale blue I ain’t that dumb it has a well as its “center” it was torn open it was cut open but the “center” is (but not by a bomb’s shrapnel - de-centered a razorblade sufficed) and who Like the eye cut can tell in Une chien andalou the number of veins it bleeds to death carrying nourishment from the soily source simply runs dry bringing water from the watery underground Then why new strength do I see its lovely image from the layer of humus? once more? A mere shade Dissected, on the pastose grey-white plate none of that just opposite – is still the case – arum 2 arum 2 Just see it! maybe I’m dreaming a cut, obviously - maybe I’m all wrong through the stem women are cutting flowers, too of a plant, I think of course they are they are putting them into a vase the way you find it next minute in a science book under a microscope a biologist’s book Ah do they still? the book of somebody and do they love who cuts up the colors? plants the strange microcosm of forms, and colors? puts them under a microscope And then - He sees do they have a notebook a copybook a journal (yes he, he lined with red lines there are not so many crossing neatly women cutting up plants forming tiny red squares not roses, at least, And will they use the page and not those days, to jot down the results? when they put plants under microscopes for the first time - Which results, it comes to mind – or the second) and who, the women? Or the men, Mister? arum 1 arum 1 a striped flag the striped flag of science does it occur to you that this might be the striped flag of science? asparagus-02 asparagus-02 Vast, the black flag of anarchy Bright & red the red of revolutions Brighter and much more lovely still the red of a kiss of lips the red of small particles of a plant called asparagus is it like a kiss, to you? Is it like a revolution? Moving in the breeze I see leaves swinging so green in the light that my eyes cling to them White in the light of day I see stems of asparagus I never knew there were those red blossoms asparagus-04 asparagus-04 footprints in the snow stories about their interrelationship of a man - their distribution relative to each other of a hunchback, even - and to the white surface of pigs and deer “the snow” a hare the white void of the snow a small watchful rat When I turn I’ve seen it looking at me and look away a bright one they vanish with its probing eyes Vanish perhaps these are merely in the black void the imprints of mice of a different time and space or so many amino acids And then, looking closer or particles of plant substance I see them reappear under the microscope Reappear as dark forms afterimages in black and yet they enable me to tell endless stories standing out from a black void stories about the beauty of colors of forms How does the saying go? “Nothing gets ever lost” anemone anemone anemone anne marie like men devour your beauty the corresponding color anemonee with their eyes of an after-image anomie dissecting you as you turn your head away demonee with their eyes from the original me, too, yes me after looking at it the mirror and there it is again for a long time or “smoke gets in the eyes”, love framed in black & the cross-section You focus on of a flower the black of night the white wall so red its emptiness - as your lips your sweet the abstract night’s blackest black that is and the image reappears: face your breasts belly cunt legs the blacker than all nights the after-image tiny feet the void’s black I see it yes, sweet love void black as if immersed in a night the flower is sweet to eat black that is that is not black it is there, right before your eyes null & void under the microscope and the scientist eats it and in the dream devours it, with his eyes in the night the beauty returns again its echo the echo of its form and instead of pink and cinnabar red it’s greyish blueish green now ficus-II-2 ficus–II-2 two oval structures - Later, I will tell you they are lamps the way of scientists? beetles? lamps shining from within the way of machines – the machines parts of a tree? magically like a face scientists use? x-ray photos, you see, like the soul of a face are stranger than strange at times (small beetles all over it, I will say) As my eyes wander on their light magical mystical filled with the they meet a window secrets of radium The structure, abstract - It is left in an abstract black wall Abstract structures! of abstract concrete - Madame Curie died of it Have these parts of nature I know it is the window of a jail in the end abstract structures? the window of the mind’s jail Cancer, you know Do they? I see through it the obvious and I see the light Does everything, The obvious & the riddle - as we cut it up its varied intensities Who made radium glow? as we x-ray it who did the x-rays of these strange have abstract structures? between the crossed staves enigmatic objects? of a jail window... Do we impose these structures on everything, is it our way of looking? ficus 02 ficus 02 BLACK and RED I hold in place Night AND Day? the shadow of DISASTER and LIFE? another growing plant? NOTHINGNESS, THE VOID, I do not know THE BLACK HOLES OF THE UNIVERSE and I guess the night beyond the living, fragrant the fence the plant substance of a rose? its shadow that I saw O not a rose I want a different red maybe I waned and yet I see I fell just through the grid the porous surface of the flower’s skin I hid my head in shamed confusion still not quite a fool and in and loved the shadow’s warmth the middle - the transparence is it the grid of of science that stands out? so green - AHH! and white it’s there and with a yellow trace - and isn’t is it a fence? that says, O look! whatever it may be... ficus 03-B ficus 03-B A BLACK SQUARE it’s Are plants PROMINENT, ON THE LEFT filled with things? the black net of a lady’s stockings it keeps in balance the rest “in the last analysis, the whitish space, filled with the black net of fishermen everything repeated forms is OUTSIDE the ornamental spiraling black pattern of even we ourselves - irritating in themselves think about it OUT THERE abstract think about what it may be – out in the world” and not abstract I seewhite shining through it “tending the garden, you mean?”, I wanted to ask nothing but reason “or stepping on the flowers, treading and nothing but living form I see forms shining through on the grass?” AND THEN voluminous forms living forms I ask the darker rectangle cleavages the grass for forgiveness on the right: depths stepping on it, it is true composed of two parts rising areas I know it announces my coming half of it plant structure, is it? one leaf of grass being entirely black life, is it? to the next half SOMETHING, is it? quite another story Man, and the Things ficus 03 ficus 03 ficus benjaminus and greyish white it’s the bamian tree just in a corner the tree of an Indian sage a son, no - not of a carpenter and black - the shadows the son of a king did I say, the shadows? who dropped the royal robe and black the larger shadow echoing and sought simplicity in the black of a rectangle as artists may seek simplicity too of a square looking for harmony the two black spaces longing for the void that flank “To make it visible” – the void an ornamental pattern how do you go about it? repetitive like How do you show the essence of a tree, a leaf? a wallpaper pattern floral like O yeah – the petals! the enlarged pattern the shadow of the petals! of flowery substances spiraling structure its tender pastel colors of a background are inserted into its greenish transparence white its light flores digitalis 2 flores digitalis 2 how do you put a foxglove The And yet, it’s there – into a thimble Amazonian world of colors the void how do you take the world of living growing breathing substance the nothingness of transcendence the fingerprints the world of life matter of the mind of a plant the living world of the ego how do you paint of fluid order and the non-ego the structure of changes of of amino acids of chaos abstraction how how will you see it confronted And yet, it’s there and how? see it balanced very concretely by the blackness A BLACK SQUARE so many hows of black And in a scientific world - ! the blotted out A SQUARE MADE OF BLACK SQUARES so many surprises? light put into frames Look at the vaudeville fairy tale or the of grey of le renard pure white? the clever fox wearing a glove! the grey that mixes they merge: white & black fox and glove forming a digitale - that is as abstract as the two a tender flower and as unreal, too? it belongs to the species of “flores digitalis” folium 2-4 folium 2-4 Look at it! the bright & shining light in the lantern it’s structure so regular flies seem to sit on it And yet what’s that - a LANTERN? how do you know? how is a leave a leave? how is a curve a curve? the square four squares oppose the grey is made of squares the black is black fragara 1 fragara 1 yellows & greens & violets subdued immersed in brightly glowing red and yet, the black is there a patch, a square two squares one vibrant, colors glow and stream the other heavy sinking into depth that is opaque and as the eye goes on & wanders wonders a door is opened in the paper wall a light shines through where from? & whither do we go? hyacintus 2-1 hyacintus 2-1 glowing blue and back, you look, at the flowers glowing blue..

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