Consciousness, Literature and the Arts

 

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Volume 11 Number 2, August 2010

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READING MICHEL HENRY IN SASKATOON

 

The trees along the river walk

on the banks of the South Saskatchewan

are striving towards pistachio green

in an attempt to calm the (nearly too) bright

morning light.

 

Things stand out in sharp relief

on such a morning, explaining (perhaps)

why so many artists live around here:

shapes and colours pronounce the measures

of the world

 

as though they were life

which like love is not an object but itself

lived as when (nearly) pistachio green leaves

share (the pathos of) life's flow

with me.

 

- P.K. Brask