Ekphraistic Writing

Writing inspired by a work of visual art

After Untitled (Buffalos)

The buffalo died but first they fell The buffalo fell but first they jumped The buffalo the innocent dead buffalo fell after they jumped but before they hit the ground Before the buffalo hit the ground and died they screamed for salvation or maybe out of fear but before the buffalo died they screamed Before the buffalo hit the ground they saw the world for the first time gaping and melting before them with trees like spikes waiting to impale the buffalo and hold their buffalo bodies aloft after they hit the trees but before they died While the buffalo fell they saw the world The buffalo saw the world and they saw the river lower now than it should be and tantalizingly out of reach from landing in not that it would help anyway because if the buffalo hit the water after they fell and while they were screaming they would die but slower than if they were to hit the ground or the trees or the rocks Before the buffalo jumped they were together While the buffalo were together they were running While the buffalo were together and running some of them were happy and some of them were sad but those that were sad were not sad because the others were happy they were just sad while the others were happy After some of the buffalo were happy and some of them were sad they fell they and they were all were scared While they were scared some of them remembered when they were happy and smiled and then screamed and then died but others could not remember being happy or sad because they were too busy screaming and dying When some of the buffalo were happy and some of the buffalo were sad some of the buffalo hated the other buffalo The other buffalo couldn’t understand why the other buffalo hated them but they hated them and the buffalo that hated blamed the buffalo they hated before they died but after they died they didn’t blame anyone Before the buffalo ran they were sleeping Before the buffalo died screamed fell jumped and ran they were sleeping and dreaming about other buffalo and about themselves being buffalo and doing buffalo things namely running Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo The buffalo died warm but got cold quickly as the scavengers of the world came to feast on their surplus of protein Flies and maggots worked their way through the thick pelt of the buffalo and rummaged in their intestines and learned about what the buffalo had to eat before they jumped and fell and died In doing this they were historians and archeologists students of the natural world and finding out so much about the buffalo a life they would never talk to The buffalo buffalo died but the buzzards survived as they sorted through the bloody carcasses and pulling sinew just trying to survive off of these dead buffalo buffalo that were once alive and running and screaming but were now dead and decomposing not alone but together with other dead buffalo buffalo buffalo and all of the scavengers the most moral parasites After the buzzards and flies and maggots were done the bones were left there at the bottom of the ravine forever a reminder of what had happened here People would know now that the bones were there how can you turn away from the bones of the buffalo buffalo buffalo The bones remind you of the falling of the screaming of the dying of the buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo The buffalo were young once long before they jumped but now they were dead but they were still buffalo

Frantisek Kupka

Reminiscence of a Cathedral 1920/23

Art Institute of Chicago

David Wojnarowicz

Untitled (Buffalos) 1988-1989

Art Institute of Chicago

 After Reminiscence of a Cathedral

And rising from fromness the cathedral

exists. Its purpose to hold and to happen

 

The sky is white with lines and black

in aura. The clouds, the clouds

 

The towers too, are here, but God’s

the structure is ours, undertaking survival

 

Fractal structure, unsound, but clear

blessingly assisted, a boon of brick

 

Upward now, the purple spire says

meek, I think, undaunted, I feel

 

The quilt of life is lifted now

to heaven and peace above

 

And dark, down here, I know, I do.

Of course we build, and then we scale

 

I’ve managed a window, a beacon for them

Made of hues you showed me, those I did not know

 

Where bends in sky are sickly gems

and there you wait, and light, and think

 

The Cathedral stands for now and then;

our piece of there, from from, to you.

Poetry