"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, December 4, 2016


Untitled Sculpture
Olivier de Sagazan
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In birth, there is no beginning:

You tear the membrane for first breath,
scrape clay from beneath fingernails,
discompose your memory of the chrysalis.

This is nothing to where you have been,
you reiterate, edging away
from the grave of your ancestor self.

The pain is only temporary
and easily hidden in a well-cut suit.


Inspired by the performance art of Olivier de Sagazan (from Samsara)
Flash 55 PLUS! in The Imaginary Garden

Saṃsāra (Sanskrit) in Buddhism is the beginning-less cycle of repeated birth, mundane existence and dying again. Samsara is considered to be dukkha, unsatisfactory and painful, perpetuated by desire and avidya (ignorance), and the resulting karma.


  1. An intriguing poem on becoming man/woman - the disguising suit of homo sapiens
    powerful image of the membrane tear - catching breath - reminds me of the veil of ignorance

  2. The image of the chrysalis, and beginning of the birth, I feel almost like you reverse the film.. which make perfect sense in a way.....

  3. An apt response to the performance art, and a well-constructed metaphor in its own right. The clay under the nails(rather than at the feet) is an especially neat reference to our ends and beginnings.

  4. The opening line holds my thoughts - sheer brilliance - so much is covered up by suits and external layers

  5. yeah...till one attains Nirvana...i like the use of chrysalis image here....

  6. This is absolutely stunning! You had me at the opening line 💝

  7. Ah, terrific. One tries to give birth to a new self; so hard--you describe the struggle really beautifully; I think of the little clay figures made from ploughed fields. Thanks. k.

  8. I think it is hard to be birthed, flowing in the waters of that dark canal, pushing through to be born of new spirit.

  9. The truth showing teeth in the last line made me shiver...

  10. I think this really says so much about life!

  11. A life of desire and ignorance sounds about right. Your writing, as always, is exceptional, Kerry.

  12. That was painful... I guess that accomplishes the theme. Well done.

  13. Wow, this one packs a wallop. I love the images you chose to represent the cyclic nature of existence. The membrane, the chrysalis, the business suit. Thanks for posting and viva la!

  14. the clay feels so important to me--part earth, part water--the struggle we feel as we push through--much to think on in this piece for me

  15. Love the image of a chrysalis. (So glad I was able to comment here. I thought you had switched to Twitter.)

  16. I love the idea of birth from clay, like a Golem or those animated clay figures, and the thought that there is no beginning, that you are the product of your ancestors.

  17. That last verse is so sly and cutting. It almost feels like salt on the wounds of the suffering that came before to call it out so boldly.

  18. When it gets into realms of child-birth with all the intricacies, it becomes more mystifying yet wonderful!


  19. the more I see of suffering in this world, the more sense Hindu and Buddhist philosophy makes - and why Nirvana, nothingness, is 'heaven'. ~


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