Calligraphed with ancient ink,
the straitened letters claim release;
fling themselves like Butoh men
Bashed skin to skin, they
slap at you: Make us, Shape us
into that which we are
a scriptured dervish
of our Calligrapher.
I started writing a convoluted explanation of the metaphors woven into this verse, the themes and how the idea came to me. However, I think it is more interesting for the poem to stand without such buttresses. What do you think? Leave a thought. I’d be interested to read your comments.
The themes of writer and writing and the subject matter of letters and calligraphy may also be found in these poems:
For more information about Butoh, the avante garde Japanese performance art/ dance form, read here or view these videos .
In the Ocean: a year of poetry
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012