a mare drops her foal in a light rain and the
foal gains a stance like a doomed tripod and blinks
away raindrops and takes hesitant steps and takes in
the rained-on field and her blood and bone say
this’ll do
she returns to her mother and her mother gives suck
..
is there love between them?
look at them
and learn of a love beyond your ken
Today I tried drawing a horse without looking at a horse. I kept using drawing-trickery to disguise my ignorance of horse anatomy–then a Yiddish word popped into my head that I’d seen in Philip Roth’s PORTNOY’S COMPLAINT and also Herman Wouk’s YOUNGBLOOD HAWKE. The word is chazerai. Wouk defined it in HAWKE as “faking, foolishness, trash.”
So here’s my fake horse, under which is some fake haiku, with a bad-pun title to boot.
equinimityku
this is not a horse
an artist ought LOOK at a horse
before he draws one
One with Clay, Image and Text 