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| Karen Mannino "From Trapeze to Trapeze" 12/05/2007 |
From Trapeze to Trapeze
By Karen Mannino
From trapeze to
To Trapeze, in the hush that
That follows the drum roll's sudden pause, through
Through the startled air, more swiftly than
Than his body's weight, which once again
Again is late for its won fall.
Solo. Or even less than solo,
Less, because he's crippled, missing
Missing wings, missing them so much
That he can't miss the chance
To soar on shamefully unfeathered
Naked vigilance alone.
Arduous ease,
Watchful Agility,
And calculated inspiration. Do you see
How he waits to pound in flight; do you know
How he plots from head to toe
against his very being; do you know, do you see
how cunningly he weaves himself through his own fromer shape
and works to seize this swayiing world
by stretching out the arms he has conceived-
beautiful beyond belief at this passing at this very passing moment that's just passed.
Karen just wrote an essay and created a portrait of a trapeze artist inspired by a poem. This was an English assignment. I hope she will use it in her blog. I really like it.
I am working on an assignment that describes a "transcendent crisis" I had 5 years ago. I put it aside because I thought I may not be remembering things very well. Today I just found some journal entry's that confirmed my memory.
The assignment calls for a diagramming of my "faith traditions and form traditions"; changes my life has gone through since this crisis. I really enjoy what I am learning, finding it very applicable and exciting. I don't think my girls enjoy what I bring home, but we discuss it anyway.
Fr. van Kaam's style was to end his meditation, or maybe begin his movement with Christ, with a poem.I hope I can write a poem about a 5 year old girl, learning how to back float on the lake. I feel like a five year old. Letting go of my functionality; fighting against the idea that I must move and do something, opposing a more relaxed pose. I must abandon myself in awe and appreciation to the Divine mystery of formation; the Holy Trinity. My contribution is the form I take in the water. I sink or float, how I desire to float! Do you remember what it is to float on the lake? To enjoy the cosmic epiphany of God's creation? Replicating the joy of the lake floating experience in my social field can be experienced, by appreciating the faces of others and the everyday in a relaxed manner. Not positing myself to get my way, or save myself in any given situation. . I have no anxiety about returning to my courses, I get to practice every moment.
Poem to be written later....Procrastination demon awakes.
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