Transcending Medium

night slip: A Poem by Julius Ferraro

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Transcending Medium is a prompt which asks artists to create a work of art in a non-preferred medium and treat it as critically as they would a project in their chosen field. I chose poetry, which I haven’t touched since college, but thought was close enough to my preferred medium that I could treat it critically.

i

The wide open sky.
Sky as broad and blank as the earth
As the sky
a great, wet sky
wet sky

when
open
we
lose
legs
all
around

ii

Not rightly.
What is a play without a vision.
What is a vision without a dollar.
What is a dollar without a passion.
What is a passion without a body.
What is a body without a liquid.
What is a liquid without a pool.
What is a pool without a cutting oar.

I wear these sunglasses
sometimes
but
they
aren’t
hiding
anything.

I
want
to
reduce
                     you
to a
powder just by looking at you.

there
are
many
                     flies
thought
the
same
once

there
are
many
                     flies

that
much
is
true

how
to
write
to
someone
other
than
myself.

1

Poetry of the moral Universe,

I got seven glimpses of the same thing at the same time.

Hot motion peace has no place.

Growl at it

Slant not known

Guns are significant

Where the whores won’t go.

Encounter night slippage

men have curves

yet everywhere

cooked brass shapes on my night eyes blue yanked out on grids blue whale harmonics

taking up two taking up.

Looking out over the arc

A pitcher of pounce

(god grant me)

Brought on blue wails

. The great American wails.

2

I we don’t half open think

around ten tonight

I’ll be here

it’s a
kind

of
sleepiness:

on to
brighter
ways

the earth is
still yet
he stands before me living

. is
what
you like.

a brief
a moment
all a dreamy rules

somewhere else, you see
a hand, he take
an exit

. violence
meticulous
. a deliberate
. a cheese sandwich.
where

I have hands
(see through white)
(and peruse online catalogs)
skin why
that says it all.

spreadsheets
for everything
delights

night cats on blue paper the Finnish product is awful kind.

3

Seven glimpses
he’s talking about

poetry
that doesn’t rhyme
isn’t a vegetable

inside joker Orlando
the greener pastures
the one that’s true

I read
too much
( )

I read
too much
( )

I read
too much

that much is true

the hot hands a clinical approach a God it’s hot a many kind a people

Coherent form

the next good thought

Julius Ferraro is a journalist, performer, playwright, and administrator based in Philadelphia. He is co-founder of Curate This, has served as theater editor of Phindie, and writes for thINKingDANCE, Philly.com, The Smart Set, and the FringeArts blog. His recent performances include Micromania, The Death and Painful Dismemberment of Paul W. Auster, and The Mysteries of Jean the Birdcatcher with {HTP}, On the Road for 17,527 Miles with 14th Street, and his Phindie Fringe Bike Tours. With the City of Philadelphia Mural Arts Program’s Restored Spaces Initiative he coordinates community-led environmental arts projects.

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