Theme: Craft

Painting Goldfish

The secret of the superhuman grace
of oriental paintings is in years of practice.
One stroke has to be enough, but its exactitude
is borrowed from the thousands thrown away.
Apprentices can never be allowed to trace
their fish, but sit before the paper day by day
and dash off brush-strokes until goldfish
is their signature. If there should be a glass dish
with a pair of languid goldfish in it on the mat
beside them, it would only be as a reminder
there are fleshly fish as well. They work until the light
is far too weak to paint by, and wear blindfolds
even sometimes, as they paint. They needn't sight
the pictures, which will be discarded with the others
anyway. The fish swim on into the flat
wall of their cosmos, blind to comprehension
in the light as in the darkness. But this apprehension
reaches them : there is no virtue in the mere attempt,
but only, once, in the achievement, swim into another
universe. This diver took his lights into the depths
of the Antarctic ocean. There he found a rosy garden
of vermilion and carmine ' hues time-tuned specifically
to not be seen by those blue beams that penetrate the ardent
midnight. Thus they bloom in deserts of gods absolute-enough
to work outside the possible. The craftsman now has difficulty
seeing anything. He doesn't know it has grown dark,
but sits there painting goldfish. You can hear the brush
swish, just, and the plop as one fish
flicks drops up that capture the residual sparks
of sunset, thinking it can leap to freedom from its dish.

18-May-2008

More By  :  Nicholas Messenger

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