{"id":4192,"date":"2013-11-25T03:50:19","date_gmt":"2013-11-25T07:50:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arts.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=4192"},"modified":"2013-11-25T03:50:19","modified_gmt":"2013-11-25T07:50:19","slug":"creation-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2013\/11\/25\/creation-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Creation Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sitting on my favorite circle, I am bent<\/p>\n<p>And dangling over a square, with holes<\/p>\n<p>On the sides, a lateral plane in white space, built<\/p>\n<p>With white bricks and white pipes, I sit<\/p>\n<p>Under white lights, listen to white fans<\/p>\n<p>Breathing white air onto my white hands, my<\/p>\n<p>White face. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been throwing white paint<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>At triangles for hours, dripping<\/p>\n<p>And flowing, there are pockets of air for one moment when<\/p>\n<p>I splash at them and snuff<\/p>\n<p>Them out. They go without one word, not<\/p>\n<p>One wet plea, a last will, a sore thumb<\/p>\n<p>Against their fate, a full blink, it must be so fulfilling<\/p>\n<p>To be globular; made of light and true float, lucid<\/p>\n<p>Beads of soap in an iron sink<\/p>\n<p>A glowing ring on the end of a wand<\/p>\n<p>in a child\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand, pockets<\/p>\n<p>Buried underwater, motion stirring them from<\/p>\n<p>Sleep. I want to effervesce and fill myself<\/p>\n<p>And claim one square inch of air, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mine<\/p>\n<p>And I will disperse it amongst my form<\/p>\n<p>And I will become spherical. I will be even<\/p>\n<p>And luminous and brimming like<\/p>\n<p>A perfect white, like an even coat<\/p>\n<p>Thrown on canvas or panel, wall<\/p>\n<p>Or window? I am standing in a field<\/p>\n<p>Of white grass before the frontier, I hold color<\/p>\n<p>In one hand, light in the other.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I muse on the Creator (standing on the far side<\/p>\n<p>Of the field) making his first circle, discoid<\/p>\n<p>Enough that he surprised himself, and saw that it was good so<\/p>\n<p>Drawing in the deepest breath of all time and curling<\/p>\n<p>His forefinger and thumb into a loop he blew<\/p>\n<p>The most triumphant breeze of all time and all the planets<\/p>\n<p>Went forth expanding into spheres, some landing near<\/p>\n<p>Others of the same charge<\/p>\n<p>And they began to sway, orbit and dancing,<\/p>\n<p>Sonorous all the while expanding<\/p>\n<p>In an everlasting exchange of force<\/p>\n<p>And swelling verve! I like to think of the Creator<\/p>\n<p>As the first Abstract Expressionist, who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just<\/p>\n<p>Trying to find the true nature<\/p>\n<p>Of his medium, this time on spheres because<\/p>\n<p>Flat surfaces had grown dull. I like to think<\/p>\n<p>He was on a roll and surprising himself and planning<\/p>\n<p>For his spherical masterpiece when he<\/p>\n<p>Looked closely at the green and blue one and it<\/p>\n<p>Was moving. And the Creator<\/p>\n<p>Was so bemused with the little moving things that he<\/p>\n<p>Forgot about his masterpiece.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Sitting on my favorite circle, I am bent And dangling over a square, with holes On the sides, a lateral plane in white space, built With white bricks and white pipes, I sit Under white lights, listen to white fans Breathing white air onto my white hands, my White face. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been throwing white [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":198,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4192"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/198"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4192"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4193,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4192\/revisions\/4193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}