Gary Justis

Gary Justis
Location
Bloomington, Illinois, US
Birthday
April 04
Bio
Gary Justis has worked primarily in the area of kinetic sculpture for the last 34 years. He lived and worked in Chicago from 1977 to 1999. He currently resides in Bloomington Illinois, where he teaches and writes stories about his actual experiences. (please take a look at his "Sculpture" link for more info)

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MARCH 5, 2010 9:27AM

Fear and the Solidity of Passing

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aging 1b

 

 

Torchlight is something seen in the distance, within the desperate scenes of some movies. The light grows closer and becomes more intense in accord with the emotions in the pursued, felonious personage. The light catches up, held in the clutches of the advancing throng, and to the order of the circling account, the torchlights and bearers overwhelm the quarry.

 

There is a small ecstacy in capture, because the rule of fear and uncertainty is finished, and the promise of rest… absolute, impenetrable death.

 

Age, if it is to be regarded as a determined noun, is likewise a pursuing force, but one of corrosion, more than light. The flesh fails in ways we can recognise, number and strain so valiantly to forestall, but the abundant parts of ourselves, the ones we trust, indeterminately fail in the functions of latter days, just as our cherished dwellings shed the luster of newness, and whither with the hours...with decades.

 

By either calculation, things pass away, caught in the measured elation of the grand capture. Despite the attrition of the body, a life is an astounding thing… And thus two lives intermingled are equally astounding. Two may craft a mixture of resolve and the discovery of still-unanswered questions, saving one-another from being captured too soon, broadening the radiant fan of circumstances left within their singular history.

 

"My Darling, sometimes I can't make my heart slow down when I see you in the distance, and I know you are spanning that green lawn to greet me. My heart dances, like the moments we shared years ago, when we watched the the lightning over the plains, struggling within the cold, advancing cloud front... I thought of low flying birds aheads of storms."

 

 

Sometimes, on clearer days, the sunlight spills in drooling pools of light onto the lawns, the trees, and even indoors onto the polished floors. If I were made of metal, or merely a spirit, I could watch it forever…

 

 

The Tower

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My, but this is a jewel, especially the drool! (r)
Love this. Just love it.
Thanks so much Clark, Owl.
Gary ~ tranquil, light-filled, still waters run deep. Thank you for a very thoughtful post!
Aging is a bitch, for sure, but you make it sound like a magnificent right of passage!

Absolutely beautiful, inciteful look at time, with all it's beauty, warts and all!
Beautiful Despite the attrition of the body, a life is an astounding thing…
Two may craft a mixture of resolve and the discovery of still-unanswered questions, saving one-another from being captured too soon, broadening the radiant fan of circumstances left within their singular history.

I loved this, G. As are all your pieces, this was well-crafted.

Rated.
designanator, I am happy you sensed the tranquility in the piece. It was a small collection of randome thoughts about the invevitability of age, but with the hope of the thoughts residing somewhere, still giving pleasure...somehow..

Thanks Cathy! It seems though, with the loss of somethings, we gain others, only through the maturation process.

Trilogy, yes it astounds me every waking minute.

Dear Bill, I'm so happy to see you more now! Thank you for your comment, and for your continuing appreciation of the work here. Your writing is moving so confidently into areas of exciting story-telling. I'm realy happy for you as your skills continue soaring.
As allways, Gary, you inspire me to look elsewhere...
Amazing words, as always Gary. I used to run by that tower thing everyday and I never saw it look so great!
Dyno, we look elsewhere partially out of boredom, but mostly out of curiosity...

Pungs, thanks for the visit. things seem to be changing here, with power groups forming, and bridges beeing burned. It is inevitable, but still disappointing.
I loved this, Gary, and like all your stuff, it deserves much wider viewing. I especially loved the last paragraph.

Everything you touch is gold. You're enormously talented, and inspiring.
Thank you Kathy and you have rated the magic "13"
Best wishes.....G
Thirteen is my lucky number, so I take that as an omen, and a blessing.
Odd numbers have always figured in to the myriad calculations in constructing sculpture. Usually metric, using mm as the standard.
I've just read this three times and now feel completely, totally at peace. Although the subject matter is dark, for some reason, this line brings me comfort: "There is a small ecstacy in capture, because the rule of fear and uncertainty is finished, and the promise of rest… absolute, impenetrable death."

There is no reason for fear; each part is a continuation of life.

Thank you for this lovely piece and your wise, velvety words.
Lisa, There is a kind of ecstacy in the way this wonderful forum and evolving community has captured us. Thanks for the reading, and you are very welcome.
I believe in first thoughts. Mine was in the form of the question, "Well now, Gary Justis, who is to say you are not made of metal?"

I am always eager to see what you have crafted. These sobering comparisons, so perfectly welded.
Skillfully thought out and stated Scupper. I welcome your comments always. They are thoughtful and original. A part of me is metal..in spirit only...well, I guess you could count the iron in my system...
You get to the essence and core of everything, don't you? Marvelous.
Thank you for the well phrased calculations;
"a life is an astounding thing" .... -->March 7, 1910
"Sunday I was fifty-five years of age. I make this note lest I might forget it, lest I might consider myself only twenty-five. I do a lot of things that synchronize consistently with either period or both. Such a solid fact as fifty-five is well worth putting down in black and white: it is a point of support about which so much revolves. And what immense dignity it involves and I may say rightly evolves!"
love your posts Gary. they stay with you as things of quiet, constant beauty.
Excellent. I just adored every morsel here.
Adorable. I felt you were feeding barn swallows.
Howdy.
Haiku.
Sonia Sanchez wrote:`

in wet season
of children raining hands
we catch birds in flight.
`
I've mentioned Dante ref birds
If we are not hearing singsongs
Dante uses the same word`hell.
`
From The Divine Comedy - Dante.
`
To a greater force , and to abetter nature,
you, free, are subject, and creates the mind
in you,which the heavens have not in their
charge.
Therefore if the present world go astray,
the cause is in you, in you it is sought. - D. Alighieri.
`
Hello Cartouche! Thanks for the sweet comment. I try to get to something with my scribbling..I am glad it resonated for you.

Michaelmanners, Happy Birthday! An important one! And Happy evolving!

Jeff, thanks for a wonderful comment…

Sparking, I hope we all can feed each other with many morsels as time goes on.

Hello Art! I am honored to have you come by in the comment thread. Your many layered poem/comments are a continual treasure on this forum. I am confident the singsongs will last……
congratulations on making it so far, so well