[ When Does the Heart Rest? ] by Taylor Mali
Our Science Teacher asked the question,
and we laughed at the kid who said:
When you sleep?
I raised my hand with what I was sure
was the correct answer –
When you die—
and then put it down quietly
when Angel got it right.
That didn’t seem like enough time to me.
But it was Angel again in the schoolyard
standing up for the heart
when the older kid said the strongest muscle
in the human body was the jaw.
No, it is the heart.
The bully said we should have a contest—
between my jaw and your heart—
and we all laughed because it didn’t seem like a fair fight.
And it still doesn’t.
Because the heart rests and keeps working.
And my money is on Angel
and his heart,
not the bully and his jaw.
And anyone who thinks otherwise
can eat their heart out.
(Excerpted from a collection published in NYC 2009 called The Last Time as We Are, courtesy of writebloody publications)
Posted in assumptions, authenticity, blogging, exploring, friendship, love, reality, S/Heroes, storytelling
Tagged brawn vs. brains, bully, Heart, poetry, schoolyard, slam poetry, strength, truth
In a few years, perhaps many of us won’t care about it any more and we’ll have our own zone where grown people make eye contact, talk to each other politely, and hold hands (for safety, as they used to do when I was very young — in the days when people still wore white gloves on occasion) while crossing the street.
I am weary of virtual reality, and concerned about the viability of other kind.
I started blogging this week because of an incredibly visual experience last week: a visionary mosaic mural class I took in Jingletown at the Institute of Mosaic Art (IMA).
We (12 students, 1 assistant, a few teachers/guardian angels, and many enthusiastic witnesses) worked during 4 days to put up over 200 square feet of visionary mosaic mural on two sides of a building which once was the old Pitchometer Propeller factory (across from Stone Boatyard) on Blanding Avenue in Alameda, California. The building’s official name is Bridgehead Studio. Let’s see how long that holds with a flashy mosaic containing mermaids/men/birds/ships on the wall.
Words sometimes need pictures. I have become the owner of a digital camera; I took some pictures when my hands were clean and while my fingers still worked pretty well on the camera’s teeny tiny buttons last week. I wrote a Press Release for the darn thing on Monday. I intend to combine words/pictures here. These are my blogging baby steps; I need to walk before I can run.
Caveat: handle these images with respect; they are copyright protected!
Our teachers/sensei-team, Isaiah and Julia Zagar, come from South Street’s mosaic-rich wonderland in Philadelphia, PA. Isaiah is the mentor of Laurel True, one of the founders of IMA, which offered the class. This is Isaiah’s 3rd (or is it 4th?) mural in this neighborhood. His title for the work is Mermaid Harbor.
Laurel was present when she wasn’t teaching classes, running the school, or generally trying to do the work of True Mosaics.
Isaiah has created over 100 murals on South Street’s neighborhood walls. See his work at http://www.isaiahzagar.com
Stay tuned for more photos.