Kerfe introduced us to a German artist, H. Schlagen with her Saturday visit to the Oracle, and his painting of a consultation of Oracles. Another of his paintings, im hyperraum inspired this cascade poem.
You can see the painting here.
Honour treads heavy in our hearts,
lift them high and sing the songs;
blood and bone were made for this.
Hear the soldier songs your father sung
and taste the rats and bloody mud;
honour treads heavy in our hearts,
so wear with pride his medalled scars,
remember all his hatreds deep,
lift them high and sing the songs.
I see my own dead face, not Father’s agony!
His pride, his war is yours, my son,
your blood and bones were made for this.
5 thoughts on “Another world, same war”
The painting is stark. So is your work in response. War has a legacy. It shouldn’t.
Grievances are handed down generation on generation. It’s why the European Union came into existence and we’re seeing the cracks appearing.
And it makes me think how the younger President Bush started his war in the Mideast to make up for what he thought was his father’s failure there…and we know how that ended up/and is still disintegrating. It’s a fool’s game. (K)
So after having a longer thought on this theme and this poem, I renamed the work from “Im Hyperraum” to “Warchilds”. This is exactly what it’s about. A trauma living on through generations.
It’s a strong painting, and I like the new name. To my mind, it fits very well.