THE HOLE ON PONCE
A hole opens up
on Ponce de Leon Avenue
And I fall in.
A shiny hybrid
swerves.
Its youthful
driver swears.
I’m breathless.
Etta stands on the rim
Looking in,
Leash draping down.
My arms hang limp.
Fingers dangle.
“Hi Sweetie”, I mouth
But nothing emerges.
My feet slip in the mud.
I try to zip my leather
jacket–
The black one Mengu gave me
After the zipper broke.
A hand with a pair of feet
Drops orange cones
Around the edge,
And waves the wheels around
me.
Etta stands her ground
But is ignored.
I long to climb out
Before the road crew fills me
in.
-C.K.
1.27.2009
DAY 16, TUESDAY: Low 70’s. Mostly cloudy. Damp. Afternoon rain. Clearing.
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| Julie Puttgen |
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Dearest readers,
I tarped the hole yesterday and it
worked! Despite a night of showers and a downpour at noon today, the walls of
the hole held! Miss Julie Puttgen, formerly of Atlanta visited today from
Lebanon, NH. Here she is looking down the hole after we peeled back the tarp.
Everything is wet, but no visible water damage.
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The sun emerged as Julie and I
walked the grounds of the Carving Studio here in West Rutland. Ripples of sun
reflected from the eddies of blue water in one of the four abandoned marble quarries,
and flickered “like flames” as Julie said, along the marble walls. The
sculpture interns swim here, along with local kids who arrive with towels over
their shoulders. The quarries are described as skylights above a deep network
of underwater marble mines, tunnels and grottos.
I stacked more layers of marble
shards...a patient puzzle of balance and compatible shapes. One side of the
hole now has 22” of marble lining. The opposite side is 24” from the floor. I’m encountering
those pesky projecting wall boulders and figuring out how to incorporate them
within the jig-saw of marble strips. Fun!
Here’s my final two boat hole
drawings, keeping the rain gods at bay.
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| 9"x12", charcoal, acrylic, pastel and oil stick on paper |
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Getting more and more exciting and more and more beautiful! Great work CeCe!
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