Friday 23 March 2012

Clotho










I am, therefore God exists.
Rene Descartes







All work with-out title, 1998-1999







by

Nicole Page-Smith











Tuesday 13 March 2012

Inner architecture










In writing poetry one is always 
helped and even carried along by
the rhythm of external things; for
the lyrical cadence is that of nature:
of waters, of wind, of the night.
But to get rhythm into prose one
has to go down into oneself and find
the anonymous, multiple rhythm of
one's blood. Prose has to be built 
like a cathedral.

Rilke
An Unofficial Rilke
(translated by Michael Hamburger)






All works with-out title, 1995,
by
Nicole Page-Smith







In a letter dated January 7, 1996, from
Jerry Gorovoy


Dear Nicole Page-Smith,

Thank-you very much for your letter.

Sorry not to have gotten back to you sooner 
but I have been traveling constantly.
I am glad you enjoyed my lecture 
but more importantly the encounter with
Louise Bourgeois's work.

Its difficult to really discuss any work of art 
without having actually experienced it.
Nevertheless, I like the direction of 
the more organic configurations.

Ultimately, the only thing that really counts is 
your relationship to what you are making.
Sometimes the sense of isolation fuels the work 
in the right direction and who knows what the 
next body of work will be and who will react to it.
Just stay in touch with your own inner rhythm, 
your own form and sense of space.

I wish you the best.

Yours sincerely,

Jerry Gorovoy.





Sunday 4 March 2012

Perceivers of Light IV









Night. O face against my face
dissolved into deepness.
You my marvelling look's most immense
preponderance.

Night, in my gaze a spasm,
in yourself made so fast;
inexhaustible genesis, outlasting
earthly remains;

full of young planets that hurl
fire from the flight of their seams
into the soundless adventure
of the space between:

by your mere existence, exceeder,
how shall I grow-;
but at one with the darkened earth
I dare be in you.

Rilke
(October 1924, from the unfinished sequence Nights)
an unofficial Rilke
translated by Michael Hamburger





Untitled 1991

by

Nicole Page-Smith