]
]
]pity
]trembling
]
]flesh by now old age
]covers
]flies in pursuit
]
]noble
]taking
]sing to us
the one with violets in her lap
]mostly
]goes astray
From If not, winter Fragments of Sappho, a translation by Anne Carson
He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your sweet peaking
and lovely laughing–oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking
is left in me
no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
fills ears
and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead–or almost
I seem to me
But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty
From If not, winter Fragments of Sappho, a translation by Anne Carson
“Games are the first learning tools in a child’s life so inserting this sort of innocence and naivety that is then combined with the notion of the perishable flesh and how frail our bodies really are, is the essence of these works. Each one of these paintings has a polarity of the plasticity and transfiguration of the flesh with the pretense and innocence of a child’s toys. The puzzles add another dimension to this all by creating a layer of separation and detachment to our flesh.” Hayv Kahraman