Friday, December 11, 2009

perfect imperfect

A woman I know who potted for many years passed on a gift to me in conversation. She told me about the singing cup - the object that emerges from the kiln so 'just right' that it sings. I've loved having a metaphor for this encounter with perfection. The notion that things are informed by spirit; that they shape up in cooee of an alignment, and sometimes reach that golden mean, at which point some irrepressible harmonics are pinged off. The flip side of this blog - and possibly the motivation for writing it - is that life is mostly messy. Wonky handles and bottoms that don't sit flat. At some level my life has been an uneasy ongoing non-verbalised interchange between me and stuff. I kick off my shoes with abandon, yet part of me wants the shoe family under my bed to line up and sing. I state my intention to make peace with the line in my recently laid carpet, but I still catch my breath at the threshold. I long for the day that my notes, journals, quotes, workshop jottings are ordered, but I routinely add another to the pile of indistinguishable warehouse stationery notebooks. Is there a song too in the muddle .. in the marred vessel that is PM and her world. Leonard Cohen says: "There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." Perhaps this is my call to forget the perfect offering ...

3 comments:

  1. Hi Pam
    Today I felt as if I never master anything, and decided to learn this poem – then Pen showed me your lovely blogette celebrating the wonky.
    Flying Crooked by Robert Graves
    The butterfly, a cabbage white,
    (His honest idiocy of flight)
    Will never now, it is too late,
    Master the art of flying straight,
    Yet has – who knows so well as I? –
    A just sense of how not to fly:
    He lurches here and here by guess
    And God and hope and hopelessness.
    Even the aerobatic swift
    Has not his flying-crooked gift.

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  2. Thanks Raymondo. Good to hear from you. I love the poem. I think I'll try getting that one into the memory banks too.

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  3. I love that Leonard Cohen line....it really sums up how we are showered with joy and surprise when we acknowledge the imperfections our universe contains.

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