I decided to embark on my Inktober journey with the specific goal of illustrating sections of my favorite poetry. Each composition is 3×3 inches and uses Rapidograph technical pens filled with black and/or white ink.
While I originally thought I bit off a little too much I’ve begun to fall into a better rhythm and I’m starting to get my momentum going. I am discovering some threads that I’d like to carry on through the next several weeks and am looking forward to what’s coming.
I am sharing these daily on my Instagram account (@mlevacy) but every week I’ll share them here collectively as well.
“Metaphor forms / a crust / beneath which / the crevasse / of each experience.” From “Versed” by Rae Armentrout
“The starry patterns fool me still, / it pleases us for a moment / to believe in them. This is all we need.” from “Sonnets to Orpheus” by Rilke.
“I want to be buried / under your heart / where I was born.” From “To Dana with the Gift of a Calendar” by M. S. Merwin.
“In the morning / your bodies, shavings / of flight, here and there, / having surrendered.” from “The Black Maria” by Aracelis Girmey
“Be your own watchman as / birds are. Let the remembering / beads encircle you.” From “Bowls of Food” by Rumi.
“When desire weeks / grow thick, intelligence can’t flow, and soul creatures / stay hidden.” From “Looking Into the Creek” by Rumi.
“Each one / is the inverse / shape of what’s / missing.” From “Dark Matter” by Rae Armentrout.
“It remains cut off / in its fear / from itself / and what surrounds it, / the cosmos, which it doesn’t recognize.” From “The Hand” by Rilke.
“Its the ocean inside the fish that bears it along, not the river water.” From “Die Before You Die” by Rumi.