04/07/2018
Looking forward to our opening tomorrow at Smock Alley Theatre!
I wrote this poem a while ago in response to James McKenna's sculptures:
"Granite man stay standing
Granite stay near
I remember you in a downpour in the woods at Fernhill
head high in the trench you had dug;
a deep foundation to support your tree top colony of women.
Umbrellaed we brought you home to change your cloths, eat and talk the night away. When you did not
have the price of a large block
you worked with smaller off cuts carving each stone
breathing form to limbs, torso, head, hand and foot.
Like fragments strewn among ancient columns you
built your figures limb upon limb stone upon stone
assembling the female anatomy of Miss Geraldine Square
I remember standing in your small kitchen looking at milk cartons piled high
When I asked you what you were keeping them for
you smiled describing your cleverly devised carton mould.
Pressing it close to your own body, you cast in cement
what you called some facets of the female form,
or woman in glass “window woman”
If anyone knew the depth of a foundation needed to support a granite wall
it was you James.
Granite man stay standing
Granite stay near"