the importance of being
This piece features a ‘found’ fly and the carpet that was such a prominent feature in a temporary space I had access to. I felt strangely attached to the fly which I possibly kept for too long as eventually some creepy larvae took over its body and ate it from the inside out. However, while it was still intact I created this response to it. In retrospect this piece was very much inspired by Emily Dickinson’s poem I heard a fly buzz. I wouldn’t mind if this piece made you leave the room.
|I heard a fly buzz (No. 465) by Emily Dickinson|
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset – when the King Be witnessed – in the Room – I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away What portions of me be Assignable – and then it was There interposed a Fly – With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz – Between the light – and me – And then the Windows failed – and then I could not see to see –