Go Create: Art, Sex, and God
“BLack Box of Creation”
I have sat in the black-box
Space of creation-
At the end of the abyssal
Depths of thought.
Compressed by the mass of darkness
The sense at once weighty and oppressive
While remaining free from my grasp
The characteristics make darkness
The perfect conduit for creation
Enzymatic in nature- it catalyzes
While remaining free from consumption
Imagination producing ideas, thoughts
I needed tangible firmness in hand
And the dark would not give it up!
“What must change?” I questioned God
“Go create.” The answered reply.
Creation becomes sexual in nature as
Art always does
The sperm meandering through the folds in
Search of the egg.
The egg patient, complacent almost,
With the knowledge of something
Evolved over a long time
The act of creation:
1 becomes 2
2 becomes 4.
God smiles, as this was His way.
The poem obviously speaks of the creative act. We sit in the darkness of imagination. Darkness is the best space for our creative work. We need to move from imagination to creation, though. In the poem, I feel like the sperm. The egg, what I want to create, is already present in my mind, having been there for the ages. Now, all I must do is fertilize it with my actions.