Poem by Mary-Jane Duffy - after Marie Shannon
After reviewing Marie Shannon's show Rooms found only in the home, Mary-Jane Duffy also wrote this poem, inspired by the work.
The hallways of love
(after Marie Shannon)
I think about books I’ll write and books
I won’t write. I think about poems. I think
about dogs I’ll own—little to medium sized
odd-shaped dogs with underbites—and other
dogs. I think about cats I’ll live with and there
aren’t any cats I won’t live with. I think about
houses I’ll live in with lots of windows and views
to the stars and bedrooms with opening doors
and beds that are so sad to get out of. I think
about lights I’ll stop at and lights I won’t stop at
—disco balls and such. I think about sneakers
I’ll buy, high tops, maybe pink ones with glow
green laces. I think about artists I want to meet—
Louise Bourgeois. I know she’s dead but still.
And Shirin Neshat. I hope I’ll like them.
I think about horses I’ll be introduced to.
I don’t have to ride them. I just want to know
them well enough to stroke their velvety noses
every day, and comb their manes of course.
And maybe brush them down with one of those
horse brushes if they want that. I think about
rock pools I’ve looked into and how I need
to look into a rockpool at least once a year
and think about the colour of the limpets
and the rust shades of the seaweed and
the rocks I can lift up to see the tiny crabs
run away. I think about the knitting needles
in my wardrobe and the gloves I’m not knitting.
It’s hard to knit when you’re happy. Knitting is
something I do when sadness overtakes me
and I need to calm myself or watch a lot of TV.
I think about dragonfruit I’ll eat and mangoes
and going to the dentist next Friday
and how my teeth are complaining
but not communicating their complaints
well. I think about kimonos I want to wear
and silk dresses with sashes and World t-shirts
with sparkly strawberries. I don’t care
if they weren’t fabrique en Nouvelle Zealand.
Denise L’Estrange-Corbet bought those stripes
and those sparkles together here. I think about
songs I’ll sing at karaoke and songs I’ll sing
with my ukulele and songs I want to learn
on my guitar, songs like Amy Winehouse’s Valerie
and the Maverick’s Dance the night away. I think
about how stars cluster together to impress us
and how the moon is just impressive. And how
Marie and Julian loved each other. And the clouds
that live next door. Such noisy clouds always playing
loud metal music and drinking too much. And then
noise control comes over and shuts them down
and the rest of us can finally go to sleep.