Because the jugs spring
from the mind of Mary (or is it the angel?)
visible over the hills
of the promising land, we begin
to gather them to us.
Now they crouch
in the kitchen light—a crowd
of well wishers that pitch
and list in the weather of the house.
A tall jug reassures
a woman ‘on the brink
of something’; another
buzzes lips between the sighs
and lows of the percussion
section. One has a handle
so generous it may
run the cup over.
Ah, little congregation of jugs
how you pout
over pregnant bellies.
Who is the father?
Elsewhere jugs
live beside the hills,
the lamp, the tau cross,
the kumara pit. A speech
bubble appears. We guess
at its finely crafted message
not wanting to assume the obvious.
Here
we give thanks (after Gregory O’Brien) is one of my
favourite discoveries of 2014. I wrongly but indulgently pretend that Mary-Jane
might have written it actually for me. She didn’t. But each couplet unfolds
into an image that satisfies some of my longest-held and deepest interests.
To me, images and words have always been
inextricable and I’m often frustrated by an inability to articulate precisely
how (inter)semiotics play out in the mind. But this poem helps sooth that
dilemma from the title to the last lovely couplet. (writer and painter) Gregory
O’Brien’s very name might be one way to articulate the marriage of word and
image, so there’s the promising start.
Religious imagery (another ongoing
obsession) continues with ‘the mind of Mary (or is it the angel?)’ and flows
beautifully into the landscape. So I think of Colin McCahon. And then the domesticity
of a kitchen, the softly growing noise of ‘buzzes’ and ‘percussion’, the
comforting gathering of jugs and light in a house surrounded by weather (as I
write this, the wind is whirling outrageously over the southern coast). And
finally a speech bubble appears – a singular metaphor for word as image, voice
as image. By the end of the poem the completed picture is so warm, fertile and
painterly that I want to leave it as that – an image full of potential, not
wanting to try to interpret it any further and assume my interpretations are
final, just as the poet instructs. Much better to allow this poem/painting to
be re-read over again.
I’m delighted that Mary-Jane Duffy is part
of a session in LitCrawl that I, at first
quite nervously, created, called ‘A single hurt colour’.
The title of the session is from Tender
Buttons by Gertrude Stein, a brilliant example of the potential of word as
image. I was nervous in approaching writers who I felt were writing in a way
that to me is ingenious like Stein – art and fiction, art and non-fiction and
fiction speak to each other – and who I hoped would want to give substance and
life to a session I selfishly had to
include in the programme but had no idea would pan out … Thankfully Mary-Jane
agreed to be part of ‘A single hurt colour’ along with Mark Amery and Megan
Dunn. Together they are exploring those lines between word and images,
non-fiction and fiction at The Young among the work of Iain Cheesman and Robert
Cherry.
Mary-Jane
Duffy is a writer and art curator. Her recent
freelance writing and editing work includes poetry, essays on artists for the
Real Art Road Show Trust, and work for Te Papa Tongarewa, New Zealand on
Screen, and an exhibition on the history of Surf Lifesaving in New Zealand. She
has a wide background in art exhibition and gallery management, as well as art
historical research. Millionaires’
Shortbread, poems by Mary-Jane Duffy, Mary Cresswell, Mary Macpherson and
Kerry Hines, was published by University of Otago Press. Mary-Jane has a BA and
an MA in Art History (Canterbury). She is currently working on her own
collection of poems.
This week’s guest editor, Claire Mabey, is co-director of LitCrawl Wellington. LitCrawl brings words
to the streets of Wellington on Saturday 15 November starting at 6 pm. ‘A
single hurt colour’ is one of 14 sessions that celebrate Wellington and New
Zealand’s vibrant and diverse literary community. All sessions focus on the
performance of writing and on bringing listeners together in some of
Wellingtons best-loved venues.
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1 comment:
Altogether gorgeous! Thank you, Claire, Mary-Jane, Greg and your unforgettable congregation of jugs.
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