And this too becomes the story
mirrors tell blue—
when name and meaning are etched
in the tube and rusted through
we wait for blue, wade for blue
and through it-
s opposite, our dazzling panoply
mossed-in grayscale—mirrored in stone-scale—
follow the line unbrok-
en, my loves.
Tamra Carraher, THROUGH COLURE
American, b. 1980, playing from Audubon, New Jersey, USA
Tamra Carraher received an MFA in Poetry from New England College and has published two interactive books of poetry and art for children.
Thoughts on the Telephone process
I think all art, all language, is translation. We are constantly translating our experiences, our emotions, ourselves into a form. Sometimes that form is image, color, shape, shadow. Sometimes it is movement. Sometimes sound and utterance. The Telephone project reminded me of just how much can get lost in that process—that no matter how much you may try to comprehend a thing, you can never fully become that thing. You can only be grateful that it is there.