Retrospective Drawings
By maggyvaneijk
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I recognised my body on the
fifth floor of the Tate. All that messy
yellow paint. Legs and arms spread out
like vomit. I was twenty and breathing hard
into a paper bag: Sorry, I’m nervous…
He took my hand: Don’t worry little lamb
chop! I slipped out of my skin and
never went back.
You told me life is just an endless
corridor for barreling broken
bodies through. I laughed.
Call it nerves.
Call it me
desperately wanting
us to fall in love.
Remember that night we turned on the faucet
and emptied our bodies onto the street?
I’m back in my room, watching a man sleep.
The scars on his forearms aren’t as scary any more.
They look smaller,
kind of funny
kind of like
bird feet.
I place our arms side by side
a ladder of keloids and white lines.
I ingest him into a gelatin hug
and the darkness grows darkness around itself.
You never let me talk about your first time
with that man whose name sounds like dirt.
His deadbolt stare burning our checkered school skirts.
He talks about his wife,
how he’s angry she makes him masturbate.
And we nod, like we’re not 16.
Like we understand.
Like we’re his council.
Some guy told me my skin tastes salty
and I didn’t eat fast food for a month.
I believed him
I believe
everything that seems like love
and that other man
who hewed a passage through my body
– that was love
Else why would I put up with it?
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It must have been, else why,
It must have been, else why, indeed? Fabulously artistic poem. I love it and don't. Wonderful!
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Each scene is a piece of art
Each scene is a piece of art Maggy, exhibiting those little stones that leave their marks for so long it's as if they've always been embedded in your skin. A beautiful visual piece which showcases love and pain and the full suitcase of accompanying emotions.That's why it is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day and also our Poem of the Week.
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Amazing as always, Maggy.
Amazing as always, Maggy. You never fail to impress. Congrats on PoW.
Rich
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Wonderful! And lovely to see
Wonderful! And lovely to see you back again!
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why indeed? but the answer
why indeed? but the answer doesn't even matter. the artistry is in the way the lines run together.
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Layer on layer, each mark
Layer on layer, each mark with it's own history. I often wonder about the lives of subjects in art. A poem full of stories - love, yearning, longing to be something else. Should be on a wall in the Tate.
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Congrats Maggy, nice one.
Congrats Maggy, nice one.
Mark Heathcote
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