Masters of Sabi
changed to Buick
graffiti art Kimberly A. Horning | in aspic Park Ave
tulips Kimberly A. Horning |
Kimberly A. Horning is
blessed to live by the sea. A former actor and filmmaker she feels that she has
found a new home in writing ‘ku. Kim is a total bookworm and an avid old movie
nut. Favorite books include Breakfast at Tiffany’s, The Great Gatsby, We Have
Always Lived in the Castle, and anything by Salinger. Kim adores films by
Sidney Lumet and John Cassavetes, but also loves popcorn movies. Dog walking
and cat sitting are other favorite pastimes. A true beach bum/aging hippie, Kim’s
dream is to die by the railroad tracks like Neal Cassady.
Commentary
In
the natural world lichen, cherry petals, corrosion, overgrowth, decay convey
and underline the passage of time, neglect, and abandonment. In our teeming
metropolises the modern equivalencies and indicators of sabi, telltale signage of social and political unrest or collapse
may as constructively be evinced and discerned through broken windows and spray
painted tagging! Just so can the waning of a civilization or empire be readily
gauged by increasing inequality, creeping accretion and monopolization (Horning
was kind enough to include this illuminating headnote: ‘All of us are allergic to change. The very rich are immune’…
Highly recommend you to perform an image search, but for those unfamiliar aspic
or ‘meat jelly is a savory gelatin made
with a meat stock or broth, set in a mold to encase other ingredients’) of
finite resources, space and influence by smaller and smaller privileged few
sections of a population, as the Autumn season itself may by read and
understood symbolically in different allegoric contexts, as a fall from grace
and utopian settings, leaving protective paradises, surrendering round tables
and splintering from heavenly hosts, foregoing freedoms and compromising
integrity, desecrating the sacred and corrupting pure hearts and virtuous
institutions with insidious tendrils of profit, hegemony and subjugation! This brings to mind an evocative passage by
Matsuo Bash┼Н in his Narrow Road: “When a
country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined
castle in spring only grasses thrive.”
