"Beetle" by Troy's Work Table.
Sidewalk chalk wash, sidewalk chalk, chalk pastels, and charcoal pencil on 12" x 12" concrete board.
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"The men then sat upon the rotten floor, / and talked of how the beetles had got in, / and how they grew within the grain of oak and beech." —from "Beetles" by Ada Ludenow, as found in Small Events
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As in yesterday's "Hive," today's "Beetles" is a sonnet breaking out of its form as it explores insects.
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Numbness and not noticing what goes on around us leads to "disaster" in this poem.
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I hear echoes of Kafka's The Metamorphosis and Orwell's Animal Farm in these lines. Yet the compression of the ideas of these works into such a small space lends the poem power and authority.
I echoed works by Albrecht Dürer and Shitao in my chalk drawing interpretation.
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I heard the words of this poem scuttling about in my head throughout the day.
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