SLC-S31/W1 - "Creative Interpretation | The Word (Invisible).
The Poem: Glass Between.
And she sits, where the world begins and ends.
where rain writes on cold glass in a hand,
pronouncing the names that no one calls her any longer.
She is not hiding.
She is merely there
how grief is there,
the silence of a room.
following the abandonment of it by somebody.
The city is shining behind her,
indifferent and golden,
burning for everyone
who hath elsewhere a place.
She has nothing to do.
Or rather
she must everywhere be.
and none that sees her is come.
This is the queer mathematics of invisibility:
to be present
and was rated absent.
To breathe
and leave no fog on the mirror.
Pulled her knees to her bosom.
as a kid shielding a candle against the wind -
she is the flame,
she is the wind,
she is the hand that forgot to enclose it.
Outside the rain is still clapping.
for an empty stage.
She watches.
She waits.
She disappears
in plain sight.
What Invisible Means to me in my interpretation.
In this work, the term invisible is not used to refer to something that is not present or concealed. It is the silent disappearance which occurs to individuals who are not recognized as present but who are present by default- emotionally, relationally, socially.
In the picture, the girl is physically present; she sits in a fully lit city. But she is so completely invisible. This is the most agonizing form of invisibility, not a dark that conceals you, but the light that never ever comes to you.
The Emotion Connected to This Piece
It is mostly of a longing covered by resignation, that particular pang of one who had called out and ceased to move and do so not out of ill will but out of weariness. She is not crying.
She is not angry. She has moved out of those phases into something deeper and silence: what it is like of a person who has realized that the world will not stand still till she is through.
Color and Sound
It would be a steel blue - not the sorrowful blue of melancholy, but the dull, practical blue of a sky that has lost the memory that it was once blue. Things that remain cold are the color of things.
It would sound like rain on glass with no music below it - or rather no music at all. Grief with a soundtrack is sadness. Only rain is sadness, invisibility.
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Curated by: @pandora2010