In this poem the babies claim power equal to and perhaps beyond that of adults. This is in keeping with Bruce’s belief that without the filters of education and experience, children are purer conduits for gifts originating elsewhere: in the unconscious or from a spiritual source. This view is not uncommon among artists throughout history. Bruce considers his own ability to summon a childlike perspective to be essential to his creativity.
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Two Babies
Two babies
In One crib
Fight Each
Other . . for
The blanket
—
The blanket
Is yellow
The babies
Are bawling
—
The window . . .
Is crawling
With coruscation
—
The nice mother . .
—
Is
Heaving potatoes
—
. . . . . In a pot
..A lot
..Is going
..On
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..Such a racket!!!
—
..But one fact
..Acts Against all others
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The
Wee brothers
In
The basket
—
Bear
Their
Cuteness
—
Like a
Weapon
ForeStalling
—
AdVersity . .
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Enlisting Equipollence
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Playpen
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas, 33″ x 29.5″
Artwork and poetry copyright 2008 Bruce MacGibeny. All rights reserved.
