Paperfall (plus an extended title)
Posted: 27 Mar 2020, 22:05
Paperfall- (plus an extended title)
The speed of the falling paper
cascades in an arc.
Speechless, a Japanese girl sits
outside the attic window
shredding paper.
Her performance of white cataract
matches her fluffy gown.
The sound of paper flows
and forms a mound on the ground,
as a tributary of paper-river
trickles down its own chosen path.
The asylum hides sharp edges.
Yet, intense and steadfast,
the girl holds scissors in her hand.
Intense and serene, she balances
the real and the surreal.
She’s addicted to shredding and
the slashing whoosh of scissors.
~
I look at the mansion,
its pale blue windows,
an idyllic wooden step ladder
which, inviting, leans on a stone wall
and suddenly find myself
in another stratosphere
sitting next to her.
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1
The speed of the falling paper
cascades in an arc.
The Japanese girl
shredding A4 paper is speechless.
Her performance of white cataract
matching her fluffy gown.
11
Lady! Looking so intense
steadfast with scissors
amplified sound that paperflows
and pyramids as a cone,
on the ground, a thin trickle
tributary of paper-river, the chosen path.
Sachico Abe sits atop a building
letting fall feathery strands width of 0.5. mm.
For fifteen years she has meditated thus.
The asylum my mother was in, hid the sharp pointed.
Is this real or surreal, such serene mental balance
meditation that only the innocent can get addicted to.
I look at the house and the paint
she has to be outside, so she can be watched.
‘Shredding’ is being amplified into speakers,
it is the sound of slashing scissors.
Feathery strands of vanilla
transport to an alternate universe.
iii
I re- look at the stone mansion
at the pale blue windows.
There is a step ladder—
wooden and idyllic.
I visited the Mission hospital once as a child
Amma was laid out post shock on a stretcher
I thought I was in a mortuary.
That night I never slept.
https://mymodernmet.com/sachiko-abe-cut-paper/
The speed of the falling paper
cascades in an arc.
Speechless, a Japanese girl sits
outside the attic window
shredding paper.
Her performance of white cataract
matches her fluffy gown.
The sound of paper flows
and forms a mound on the ground,
as a tributary of paper-river
trickles down its own chosen path.
The asylum hides sharp edges.
Yet, intense and steadfast,
the girl holds scissors in her hand.
Intense and serene, she balances
the real and the surreal.
She’s addicted to shredding and
the slashing whoosh of scissors.
~
I look at the mansion,
its pale blue windows,
an idyllic wooden step ladder
which, inviting, leans on a stone wall
and suddenly find myself
in another stratosphere
sitting next to her.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
1
The speed of the falling paper
cascades in an arc.
The Japanese girl
shredding A4 paper is speechless.
Her performance of white cataract
matching her fluffy gown.
11
Lady! Looking so intense
steadfast with scissors
amplified sound that paperflows
and pyramids as a cone,
on the ground, a thin trickle
tributary of paper-river, the chosen path.
Sachico Abe sits atop a building
letting fall feathery strands width of 0.5. mm.
For fifteen years she has meditated thus.
The asylum my mother was in, hid the sharp pointed.
Is this real or surreal, such serene mental balance
meditation that only the innocent can get addicted to.
I look at the house and the paint
she has to be outside, so she can be watched.
‘Shredding’ is being amplified into speakers,
it is the sound of slashing scissors.
Feathery strands of vanilla
transport to an alternate universe.
iii
I re- look at the stone mansion
at the pale blue windows.
There is a step ladder—
wooden and idyllic.
I visited the Mission hospital once as a child
Amma was laid out post shock on a stretcher
I thought I was in a mortuary.
That night I never slept.
https://mymodernmet.com/sachiko-abe-cut-paper/