|Digitogram based on Grouse pictogram from China|
So: I made this little Pictogram-inspired (or more like, local underpass graffiti-inspired) poem for her this morning, thinking about the blue grouse, and the chickens.
In what cultural matrix am I located in? By what am I triangulated? (polyhedrated?) What are the idioms of thought? How do we represent it? How does language-ambiguity represent or interpret the ambiguity of visual suggestion?
I previously discussed Fred Wah's Pictograms from the Interior of B.C. here.
for Joanne Arnott
the chicken horizon
night and scattered stars
the mind feathers
time so far away
it never arrives