Mona Hatoum “+ or -”, originally uploaded by poetdiva.
-Upon viewing Mona Hatoum’s “+ or –“
Albright Knox Art Gallery
7/18/08
The perfect circle
eternally revolving
evolving
built up to be torn down.
A gray infant
pulled from the rubble
lifted overhead, covered in dust.
Buildings toppled
neighborhoods demolished
a mother found wrapped around
her baby.
47 wedding guests and the bride–
39 were women and children–
all killed while walking to the reception.
Walls and borders and checkpoints.
Machine guns and bulldozers and cluster bombs.
Land rolled over
again and again
maps redrawn
rolled up
carted away.
Sand silently revolves
evolves into one place
devolves into another
each grain
malleable
moveable.
Transience of place
ephemeral lives
covered in,
then relegated,
to the dust.
The circle continues
silent movement
never reaching
what one might
call home.
2 Comments
July 22, 2008 at 11:08 am
Powerful poem Brenda. Love the direct diction coupled with the images of destruction from the second and third stanzas.
July 22, 2008 at 4:19 pm
Thanks Joel