The Dark Well From Which Discourse Comes Poem by Denis Mair

(in response to Nico Vassilakis' artwork, dated Feb.16,2019)
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The dark circle makes me think of a deep dark well.

Around the well are accretions of discourse, inspired by the well-water.

Keep drawing from the well...it makes you want to rant excitedly... In each generation it will inspire new expression...

The surrounding scrim could be a blueprint for conduits in a city, or maybe webs of communication. It all comes out of a source we can only know darkly.

The immediate vicinity is perhaps a mandir, for those drawn to symbolic immersions...

It is important to imagine an intermediate zone, conducive to dialogue between realms,

but thinking likes to fortify itself with a pinch of contrast, from the most abstract to the most discursive...

We were born with tongues. To say that the dark well is inexpressible would make mystical language boring.

I tell myself not to get stuck in the ossified layers, yet I have to admit the landscape of sediment is lovely, with lots of micro-climates.

Even if a construct is composed wholly on the visual plane, we cannot rule out spiritual concerns.

If it contains a wide-open abstraction, there may be a nesting place for them.