Braiding
Anni Albers
" Her art gives pleasure to the eye and to the mind and to the touch, if only one were
allowed to touch. One wants to feel the braid and nub, to finger the frays and proud
threads, the tightness and looseness and differences between soft and wiry, metallic and plastics in her weavings. "
~ Eleanor Pritchard
anni albers
knot
1947
Cage musical score
" they taught me
there is no separation
between studying, performing
the daily chores
of living, and creating
one's own work . . .
I used to unwind
the wire
tags that labeled crates
of vegetables
and took the fine brass
and steel wires
and braided and twisted
them together
to make bracelets, rings,
and figures . . . "
~ Ruth Asawa
" Of patterned energies;
and first, Buckminster
Fuller on knots.
He grasps and tenses
an invisible rope, on which we are to understand a common
overhand knot, two 360 degree rotations in
intersecting planes, each passed through the other:
Pull,
and whatever
your effort each lobe
of the knot makes it
impossible that the other
shall disappear.
It is a self-interfering pattern.
Slacken,
and its structure hangs open
for analysis, but suffers
no topological
impairment.
Slide the knot along the rope:
you are sliding rope
through knot.
Slide through it,
if you have them spliced
in sequence, hemp rope,
cotton rope, nylon rope.
The knot
is indifferent
to these transactions.
The knot
is neither hemp
nor cotton
nor nylon:
is not the rope.
The knot
is a patterned integrity.
The rope
renders it visible.
No member of Fuller's
audience has ever objected
(he remarks) that throughout
this exposition he has been holding
no rope at all,
so accessible to the mind
is a patterned integrity,
visible or no,
once the senses
have taught us its contours. "
~ Hugh Kenner, on Bucky Fuller
braid
with others like you, such
extricable surface
as faun and oral,
satyr lesbos vase
Breath
for Susan Rothenberg
Breath as a braid, a tugging
squared circle, "stream, vapour --
an odorous exhalation,"
breaks the heart when it
stops. It is the living, the
moment, sounds curious
complement to breadth
brethren, "akin to BREED . . . "
And what see, feel, know as
"the air inhaled and exhaled
in respiration," in substantial
particulars--as a horse?
Not language paints,
pants, patient, a pattern.
A horse (here horses) is
seen. Archaic, in fact,
the world alone
presumes a world,
comes willy-nilly thus back
to where it had all begun.
The horses are, they reflect
on us, their seeming ease
a gift to all that lives,
and looks and breathes.
~ Robert Creeley
breathes
lines
braiding
three major themes:
love
thinking
the creative process . . .
line involvement ii
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