Sally Nacker
The Deer
Through a veil of fog,
I saw a deer
crossing the quiet road.
We were driving slow.
She moved as though
nothing could harm her, strode
softly as a whisper
or a prayer through the fog.
I felt a blessing in the fog,
a grace pure and clear,
as we paused on the quiet road.
The deer was passing slow.
And then the deer, as though
she were a dream, flowed
away like water into the near
wood, through a veil of fog.
Two Does in Snow
Snow blew sideways; the sound was shrill.
Through the white air to below the hill
on which a house stood, a window
looked on two does in snow.
The does had entered a cluster
of trees where they lay under
and out of wind's way.
As though in a nest they lay.
For hours, they lay still.
They observed the wind with a poet's will;
or to the poet it seemed so,
in the house at his window.
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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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