Carolyn Martin
A 73-year-old Daughter Reminds Her 94-year-old Mother
You make the bed you sleep in, you would say,
so que sera, sera. That's just the way
your cookie's crumbling. I'd want to scream
at your turned back. My bed! My sleep! My dreams!
but tears would adolesce down my shamed face.
No defense from daily rows, no escape
from snickering attacks. I'd yet to learn
to free my voice, so raging silence churned
around the house until my father eased
his bread into his soup meat stew and teased
about my weight. My brothers ridiculed
my hair and you would not defend. I fooled
you all at last in spite of what you say.
I made my bed, out-dreamed your dreams—my way.
Triolet
I can't recall the season—this,
last, to come. They blur into one
soft shape where edges don't exist.
I can't recall the season. This
One: leaves on snow on crocuses;
Last: icy roses bloom. Undone,
I can't recall this season—this,
last, to come. They blur into one.
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| Megan Marlatt:Looking like large puppet heads, it was "anima", the root of "animation", that led me to the making of the big heads, (or "capgrossos" as they are called in Catalonia where I learned the craft.) Anima is the soul or what breathes life into a being and to animate an inanimate object, an artist must insert a little soul into it. However to bring attention to what is invisible, (the soul), I chose to mold its opposite in solid form: the persona, the ego, the big head, the mask. Nearly every culture across the globe has masks. They allow performers to climb into the skin of another being and witness the other's world from behind their eyes. While doing so, the mask erases all clues of the performer's age, gender, species or race. In this regard, I find them to be the most transformative and empathic of all human artifacts.
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