visual poetry

I asked my friend Byrdie, who is majoring in creative writing at Mills, what she thought about art. Instead of giving me a straightforward answer she wrote this poem in response to a photo that I had taken in the sandy parking lot near Stinson beach. I was initially captivated with the various textures captured in the photo, the arrangement of chaotic shoe prints right next to the straight line left by a tire. I was obsessed with the arrangement. But after reading her poem I was able to look at it as a scene, a scene that told a story. She responded with words, the shapes were more than just shapes to her. To me this difference in seeing proves that we humans approach things in such different ways. How can you measure that on a STAR test?



tracking life
spinning in 3x speed
shift up gears grind
mix-up
mash up beat blaring through
car window glass at half mast
nike rebok sketchers converse
tracking tire treads in skipping beats
harmony dissected
to the consistency of sand