To arrive- nowhere but here

The landscape of ice and bubbles and falling imprinted on my chest. In my throat the chill, the damp, the sulfur smell of soft water and hot steam.

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The performance artist Marina Abramović, in her documentary “The Artist is Present,” (which I highly recommend), advises her art students to keep everything they throw in the bin during the semester. All of the unfinished, unliked, unusable projects. At the end of the semester, she has them take everything out again, going back through for missed potential.

I love this process and have started doing something similar with my writing. I have a google doc called “All of the bullshit” where I keep everything. All the incomplete sentences, journal entries, raw emotions splashed across the page. I keep it and then return, diving for hidden treasure. A little re-formatting, some polishing and a fresh perspective are often all that's needed.

This poem is one I originally wrote in August of 2018, after a solo trip to Iceland. I hope you enjoy it!