A string pulls me toward the small book on my desk, this
invisible lace draws me over and over to flip pages by thumb and to plunge
along a travelogue of subcutaneous senses. Zarina Zabrisky and Simon Rogghe
have fused an artistic duet that pours from pages of sketch and poetry.
The synchrony of evocative verse plays along allusions to
self discovery, Simon darkly, in italics, Zarina boldly, in ink, dance to a black and
white cerebral and corporeal harmony. Together they follow the meanders of their unabashed impulses. Their
tongues express a blend of archaic aura with rich Slavic and Semitic
influences. Their bodies, felt along moving metaphor. The authors translate the
seen from the perceived in swirling words that flash images on raw senses
The colors of language bring vivid meaning to the flat print
of black and white sketch “your stomach-it pulses violet and scintillates
dark purple” Simon’s juxtaposed italics complement her sensuous line
drawings to intriguing perfection.
Mutual honesty flows deeply below each stanza “We have a
pact against futile pursuits” says Rogghe.
The emphasis upon the personal establishes the insular quality of
passion spoken in word and deed. Simon displays the gentle force which
protects, Zarina allows necessary healing to progress. “I am a story within
a story” drives the reader to the center of her being. She spirals the
strands of spontaneous thought with tactile sensuality.
Animals allude to particular characteristics which they,
together, weave along mystical paths. Flirting cranes on a full page drawing
symbolize the elegant attraction of poet and artiste. Zabrisky’s swans idealize
fidelity, each bird drawn by her hand elicits the relational flight of beings
on a life journey, through the air above the mundane. In “Equestrian
Seduction Duet” Pegasus untethered, takes us on an undeniable trip of all
senses. Her plain text wonderment “Tell me, are horses lonely creatures?.
Like people, like islands, like cities, like lovers.”, his wondrous reply
imparts intimacy “when a horse takes off, it barely pats the ground”. Selecting
a single quote would diminish this entire exquisite poem. I chose to hear their
words echo into the subconscious.
Exotic locations become visions along the evolutionary path
of sentiments. Queretara resonates to the rhythm of heels upon earthen
tiles, impatient feet scaring fear away by day and the same feet restoring
peace beyond crimson gauze by night. The innate mystery dissipates pain
in single words and terse couplets; each one is chosen with economy against a
larger scope of influence. They, together impart vulnerability, “I wept the
forest bear of my fear” shares Zarina--against backgrounds of natural
settings. “a gift of seaweed and love”. Whether by fire or by sand, the
reader is pulled into the experience.
The immediacy of love above the desert scratches raw portrayals in Tableau
Vivant. Simon Rogghe indeed paints essential emotive landscapes. “sand
as blood—eyes of salt”
In conclusion, I skip the compliments, the summary, all I
want to do is to return to the book and drown my day in layers of sensual
reality, that magical sweet spot of being. Suspended by words, held by Green
Lions.
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