A Community Art Project for Bayou St John by artist Jane Hill.
Intentions for healing were sent to the Gulf. A space was created for reflection & solace. Lives lost in the wake of the BP Oil Spill were remembered.
The event began with Jane Hill welcoming approximately 50 people. Dennis Formento read his poem “Spirit Vessels”. Music was performed by Michael Robillard. Songs were sung by those present and there was silence as the vessels were lit and released into the water.
for Jane Hill
by Dennis Formento
Life is an interrupted sentence:
A community of the dead with a term of life, no parole.
Call it a shell game, a bitter pollutant, blackened redfish of another kind, shot full of metaphors bleeding blackened gold.
A dream of lost pelicans on the via del vento, in a pocket in the earth:
When birds die, where do they go?
The dead keep in a freeze so deep
while the living leave for the Florida coast,
the eastern side, one wing on the wind
away from their soiled home
oil marks on the rescue boat/like shit stains in a bowl
a brown-eyed, brown
black-oiled pelican moves not a muscle
with untroubled eyes
a laughing gull with a broken wing
three gull chicks, heavily oiled, from Queen Bess Island
groom each other in their kennel. Picked up in shock,
starving and thirsting, they come back to their instincts
ingesting poison from each other’s breasts.
Many birds with one broken wing, torn
in the same location,
ripped themselves free from the oiled rock
to rid themselves of poison.
Rise up, rise up, oil and fire,
these are the eleven:
Jason Anderson Dale Burkeen
Lost on the Horizon
Donald Clark Stephen Curtis
Lost on the Horizon
Karl Dale Kleppinger Gordon Jones
Blair Manuel Roy Wyatt Kemp
Lost on the Horizon.
Shane Roshto Adam Weise Dewey Revette
we walk on water, fire and oil
we walk on the via del vento
To rid yourself of poison, grow–
get your hands in dirt and know
that we can build up something new in the soiled
wreckage of the old
a mockingbird just got my first blackberry of summer