The World’s Bones I have been huge, I have loomed Over many landscapes. I have been Promethean. Men have been grateful, and sacrificed. I have written poems, and they are large. My giant self moved in their landscape Like some ancient god of thunder or fire. I have written and started lines With the word “I”, and they have been true. In giant self I have molded mountains. Now I am liver-spotted and dumbfounded. The great days are past, and I am large On the earth as a giant ribcage. Not some titan cast to earth by younger gods, Bleached bones even in death Reaching mightily to form the world’s peaks. Nor like Leviathan, caught in monstrous combat, Wrestling a demon of the deep for lordship, Cast up on land to at last gasp out the world’s rivers. No. Suddenly the landscape is shrunk, and I lie Bare-boned, washed up on a small, closed coast, Relic of some animal volunteers were unable to save.
Joffre, how did your frame inspire this poem? I'm not a poet or artist myself, but when I come across arts involving emotions, nature and a plethora of experiences, I seem to grasp and appreciate the imagined writing process from a detached point of view. However, this particular work is so unique I'm having a difficult time connecting the dots. Could you elaborate on that?
I've watched your video on youtube where you talk about your size and its impact on the people around you, both physically and mentally. So, I know the following question seems obvious, but would that video somehow be related to this poem?
Sure, they're connected. I'm not only large, but have one of those "larger than life" personalities. I suppose this is a meditation on being small, no matter how big I get.
This feels like a maximalist ode to your giant size. Bravo!
Joffre, how did your frame inspire this poem? I'm not a poet or artist myself, but when I come across arts involving emotions, nature and a plethora of experiences, I seem to grasp and appreciate the imagined writing process from a detached point of view. However, this particular work is so unique I'm having a difficult time connecting the dots. Could you elaborate on that?
I've watched your video on youtube where you talk about your size and its impact on the people around you, both physically and mentally. So, I know the following question seems obvious, but would that video somehow be related to this poem?
Again, your poem is exquisite in its wittiness!
Sure, they're connected. I'm not only large, but have one of those "larger than life" personalities. I suppose this is a meditation on being small, no matter how big I get.