Sunday, January 15, 2012

From The Central Committee

From "Silent Evolution" by Jason deCaires Taylor, courtesy Tess Kincaid's Mag 100

Wiki says:
"Jason deCaires Taylor (born 12 August 1974) is an English sculptor specialising in the creation of contemporary underwater sculptures which over time develop into artificial coral reefs. Taylor integrates his skills as a conservationist, underwater photographer and scuba diving instructor to produce unique installations that encourage the habitation and growth of corals and marine life."

He's been very busy. One of Jason's sites *click here*

From The Central Committee

We have all come here
to stand around and ponder
why we do all this
as if that would change
the unwashed odor we know
and the legacy
already staining
the sky above the surface
and those who swim near.

We promise to stand,
to let corals grow on us,
to give this color
back to the gray world
we have left heavy on you
who still live in air.

January 15, 2012 10:23 AM

Written for "The Mag 100" *click here* to visit the site


  1. nice..i am glad even the unmoving feel the need to give color back to this world...smiles.

  2. oh wrote a political underwater poem - i would wish they would stand so unmovable at times when the waves are swashing high... enjoyed this much...

  3. Ahhh.... I have written something of the same in so many different words. Enjoying your own, however. Yes, I agree with you. :)

  4. That is very beautiful.
    And the magic that i just came from Zee's (which for me means Sea) and he talks about sky.
    ( his blog; sunburst, musings on the go)

  5. Lovely dedication to art and beauty...

  6. wow- what a wisely written piece-

  7. His motives are laudable, like your poem

  8. Oh, I like this. And I enjoyed reading more about the artist, too.


  9. Awesome write. Thanks for the info about the artist. I like him even more, now.

  10. Brian, I am of course putting thoughts into the heads of the unmoving. I hope I'm right about that.

    Claudia, I felt the need to help the artist spread his message, not that it is so directly mine. I tend to the radical left in certain ways, especially when I am really high on acid... However, I haven't been that for decades.

    So, Catfish, it is not me that you necessarily agree with (though you might) but with Taylor.

    I love you, Jozien, just as much as ever.

    Thank you, Tess... I got the idea really from the tangent off of your site.

    Kathe... *blush*

    Trell, thank you for saying so.

    Sue, you too.

    thingy, I had seen him before somewhere, and thought then (and even more now) what an amazing amount of work. I think he takes molds of real people somehow but still, to make dozens, even hundreds, and the logistics of transport and dropping them in, making sure they land upright and in some vague arrangement that works... This is massive corporate work. There has to be more than one guy involved and still a shitpot of hard work.

    Holy cow!

  11. Your choice of image at the end is better than the one we were given, I think - and I love your poem...

  12. Nice little mystery going on here. I like the idea.


  13. One thing I know ... I would love to see his underwater sculpture one day! Beautiful poem, Christopher.

  14. Awesome poem Christopher, as is the underwater work too.

    Isabel x

  15. We promise to stand,
    to let corals grow on us,
    to give this color
    back to the gray world

    i am in this mood, christopher, in the mouth of something not yet spoken, to do, to invoke, to incite, to do something subversive. i can't imagine what. it is interesting that claudia makes reference to something political. just this morning listening to the news, to a 13 year old aboriginal girl (now dead) speaking to our federal government, and listening to a program on Colbert's subversive and confusing (?) bid for south carolina, these feelings coalesce inside of me as political, but they are artistic, too, they are living itself. how do we stand still, be our individual, and yet impress upon the world some form of change, of healing? your poem asks these same questions. i am unsure of any answers.


  16. I am still digging out from under the burden ill health imposes. I find, my love, that I have very little to say in response to your musing. I dove into the fray long ago, then after a time I was forced out and instead I went into another kind of life. I built a structure to live within, no longer naked in the world, as if submerged in a thicker, more normal soup.

    Now I am exposed once more, but without the raw fire and energy of youth. I need the structure to survive. This is the truth of age. This is why we do it. First for the children, and then for ourselves because we cannot survive long naked in the world after the spunk of youth is gone.

    The structure is like the water.

    All this is not really political, or perhaps it is.


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