Resonance Without
a poem: followed by an interlude...followed by a poetic afterword
Oliver Beer Resonance Paintings Collection
[Resonance Without]
[Resonance Interlude]
These poems, 'Resonance Without' and its afterword, 'Distilled Resonance,' are more than just words on a page; they're an exploration of the spaces between us, the unseen threads that connect our souls. 'Resonance Without' is the body, a landscape of intricate imagery and layered emotions, where I've tried to capture the feeling of connection amidst separation, the fragile beauty of fleeting moments. It's a journey into the heart of what it means to be both present and absent, to feel a resonance that transcends physical boundaries.
Then, 'Distilled Resonance' arrived, like a whisper from the depths. It's the soul, the essence extracted from the journey, a concentrated echo of the original poem's core. It's fragmented, yes, but those fragments are deliberate, each a piece of a larger truth. 'Distilled Resonance' is an invitation to look closer, to see the beauty in the gaps, the meaning in the silences.
I've put my heart into these poems, trying to articulate the ineffable. And now, I invite you to join me in this space. I would love to know what you see in these words, what feelings they evoke within you. Do you feel the resonance? Do you see the soul within the fragments?
Oliver Beer Resonance Paintings Collection
[Distilled Resonance]
Verbal resonance. Frontogenesis waves of breath. Fusion forms oscillations, contractions, expansion; temperature heightened cold and warm gradients to cool rapidly, produce sweat, panting. Horizontal and vertical undulations—latent heat release, surface tension, friction, tumultuous mixing radiation : shear delight after deformation. Cyclonic concentration rotates a celestial wheel in space when the breath blows through the wheel of time to rotate into confluence; then imbalance that will correct divergence/convergence forms to become the final cloud shape form of breath released . Amorphous. Your voice impregnates the universe.
Resonance Without is initially like a hand extended, but when held it transcends physicality and that second part is, it feels to me, souls acknowledging the arbitrariness of boundaries and the non-existence of an inherent value in traditional forms. May I be so bold to suggest that Distilled Resonance is the baby, who’s inherited those essential words from an otherwise utterly unknowable prehistory?
Take care of her, Sylvie. She is beautiful.