Art: Abstract by Alex Duensing
FROM THE TEACHER
Whatever it has been said we’ve been,
those words shall be shifted
in the hearts of others–
as the bread of our days
may be only
as it’s always been:
the nourishment of others;
when they recollect us,
they but bring their own selves to mind.
For in the day of mourning, the wolves are afraid.
as neither first nor last are remembered then,
and it becomes clear
the moon will vanish
and even the sun itself
must be forgotten like a candle.
However, this is neither wickedness
nor righteousness
but only the howling of ways.
Only give thanks
in our days,
by grace, life was recalled
and that our basket remained present in the field
enduring equally through shine and ruin–
with a lack that could not be counted.
About the author:
Alex Duensing. Graduate of William Paterson and Columbia? Yes. Ran for St. Petersburg, FL City Council? Yes. Won? No. Stopped Mayan Apocalypse on rooftop with performance art? Yup. Strange but nice fellow? Clearly. Able to create mechanical engines that run completely on the energy a person creates while appreciating a painting? On occasion.