Marianne Boruch

Tool & Shade
April 13, 2012 Boruch Marianne

Tool & Shade

“Every tool has two ends, one working on the material,
the other on the man.”  –John Halsham, 1907

 

A brush of two minds still

comes to one point.

 

I pick it up in the big windowed room.

Light for these artists, though

imagine dark here.  Imagine how

and because and no matter: you draw

yourself drawing.

 

Philosophers drink coffee to spin

their webs.  Someone else poured that cup

and drove to work late.

A glass pot with its fake silver band could mean

minimum wage, the steam

a sting that she parked wrong, in a hurry

and keeps thinking about the ticket.  Heavy,

holding that thing up.

 

In studio, the sound

of a brush, a conte crayon, a pencil

losing something.  Fifteen whish whishings

make the quiet

more quiet. It goes on

a long time, a near

 

nothing at all, a passing, until the ends—

who cares about ends.  I was drawing, wasn’t I?

A shape, weird

hurtling up through the paper.

 

 

Marianne Boruch’s most recent poetry collection is Eventually One Dreams the Real Thing (Copper Canyon, 2016). Forthcoming from CCP is We Jumped out of a Hole to Stand Here Radiant. Her third book of essays—The Little Death of Self—appeared in Michigan’s “Poets on Poetry” series last year.