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Monday, 24 March 2014

The Unmade Bed






Artist Tracey Emin



The Unmade Bed


Emin’s bed leaves me ‘unclean’ and sad for
her suicidal past.  Were it mine, I
could not display it, I would set it on 
fire but many more images might erupt,
just burning to be exorcised exhibits.
Beds are where all of human life reclines:
the secret, the hidden, our tears, joys and 
dreams, sex and birth, sickness, death and dying, 
all borne of the body and the soul.
A passion for sleep may be a death wish
but in my brass bed  I  live half a life
where dreams are, where books are read by candlelight,
where thoughts come and poems bubble to the fore.
Warm as a womb, a haven, soft, secure, 
it is never ever made, the white linen 
only shaken and daily aired to change
its energies.  Imagine my hell now:  
never feeling tired, keeping going,
never sleeping, keeping going, never 
stopping, keeping going, never resting, 
keeping going, never ever finding
time for  lying down and dreaming
till we end our waking lives and die.



Cait O’Connor


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12 comments:

Lynette said...

I really like this one. I like the contrast of the hopeful against the tragic.

ds said...

Oh, Cait, this is a powerful write. I also like the contrast between the hopeful beginning and the tragic end (or soon to be tragic). Is/was Emin suicidal? (I know nothing about her) Thank you for this!

Helen said...

Profound and quite amazing ....

Jinksy said...

How come an unmade bed brings out the worst in us, makes our imaginations focus on doom and gloom? You do make us think hard...

Friko said...

I love your bed. I thoroughly dislike Emin’s
There’s nothing sordid about yours, joy and peace, tranquility and creativity.

Emin’s is a pit.

Belva Rae Staples said...

This is powerful! Thanks for sharing some facts, too.

Trellissimo said...

Good strong imagery. Nice one.

Kutamun said...

Very bittersweet, Cait, like floating in a warm briny solution , with an overwhelming sense of peace, calm and well being , connected to a tube that ensures all my needs are instantly met .....
Thanks

Frances said...

Cait, I do like the way that your words can lead us into unexpected territory. You treat us with care on these journeys, and I know I want to read each word carefully, too. Often there seems to be a surprise, and then, when I reflect on the poem as a whole, I realize that the surprising turn was a natural part of the pathway you'd prepared.

Thank you so much! I write this as someone who had the luxury to sleep ten hour from Sunday night into Monday morning. Awareness of a few dreams told me that I might have been slightly restless, but mostly I think it was deep, deep sleep.

xo

Kathe W. said...

Excellent- I view my bed and bedroom as a place of rest, a place to read and drink milk with cookies, a place to hug and cuddle and kiss with my sweetheart. And our kitty nestles in with us as each new day begins.
Thanks Tess!

Helena said...

A very thought provoking write with depth and discovery. Made me stop and think about my own one!

Wayne said...

Nicely done ..thanks for sharing