Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart
which safely exists in the center of all things?
His giant heartbeat is diverted in us
into little pulses. And his giant grief
is, like his giant jubilation, far too
great for us. And so we tear ourselves away
from him time after time, remaining only
mouths. But unexpectedly and secretly
the giant heartbeat enters our being,
so that we scream —-,
and are transformed in being and in countenance.
I adore that poem!
I have my piece The Pregnant Virgin: Creative Vessel in this show. I hope you can see it.
The Pierro Gallery
in the Baird Center
5 Mead Street South Orange, NJ 07079
Opening: Thursday May 24th, 6pm to 8pm
Gallery Talk: Thursday, June 7th, 7pm
Regular Hours: Wednesday & Thursday 2 to 7pm, Friday & Saturday 1 to 4pm
The Pregnant Virgin: Creative Vessel