David Stevens

Posts Tagged ‘beauty’

Seeking the divine

In Uncategorized on January 7, 2014 at 8:42 pm

We seek God in beauty. Some look to the purity of mathematics, and the fact that here is a language in which the (known) complex truths of the universe can be expressed elegantly, though perhaps the greatest wonder is that there is a language in which they can be expressed at all. Others look to the way all things mesh in a complex working pattern that speaks of reason going up and going down.
All of these pale next to the everyday poetry of the English language. Just to steal a few recent examples from overheard exchanges with, oh, I don’t know, some random stranger and my their children:

The rubbish goes in
the bin
not on
the bin,
the bin

Or the plaintive cry that echoes through the ages

Oh where
is my clean

The simplest is my favourite, and is what gives me comfort at 3am

There’s poo
on my shoe

Some will argue that these rhymes in-built into the language are mere happenstance and not demonstrative of anything, that for proof of the divine one must reveal a deeper poetry, expressed more subtly than in rhyme. Look no further. What could resonate deeper in the human soul than this cry of anguish, taken again at random from a snippet of a television show that I could not possibly have been watching? The scream of despair from a dismissed suitor, banished by Desiree from “The Bachelorette:

I’m not just a magician!

I am at peace, regardless of what comes my way today.


International Burns Day

In Uncategorized on November 22, 2013 at 10:01 pm

I thought that it

must have been

International Burns Day

with the victims on parade,

their different scars on display.

Marks I had not seen before.

Hair up, showing pigmentless flesh

below the ear.

Flashmark along the arm.

Puckered skin running down the rear

of a shoulder.

Are these the marks

that all lives leave,

everyday little tricks

usually hidden up a sleeve?

Did everyone see?

Or was I gifted to view

a deeper reality?

What use was that to me?

It was a conversation starter,

but not much of one.

I prefer “Do you come here often?”,

its not as scary.

I saw through the cosmetics,

the veneer of confidence

granted by beauty.

I saw everyone’s little horror story.

I averted my eyes

from windows and mirrors.

Would I have to blind myself?

Perhaps I could find a pretty girl

to do it for me.

Fish dreaming

In Uncategorized on October 9, 2013 at 6:24 am

I can’t articulate it, I only know it when I see it. Don’t let the bastards stop you. Dream on Ponyboy. Hey there, Georgie Girl. Here he is, Joe Chip, performance artist. (His body is his art. He is going to cover himself with papier mache, then stick a pin in and burst his body like a balloon. Again, it won’t be a pretty sight.) And remember, we’re all devo.