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Derek


Cindy Tonkin - June 2, 2020

Named Derek after Derek Woolcott who wrote the poem which I wrote on it. Overall I’m not a fan of the piece, because i poorly calculated the poem’s flow, and unless you have the actual poem it’s a bit of a puzzle to read it.

This piece took a series of circles hole punched (maybe from this altered book), and I strung them together.
The buttons are made from fimo, from this batch.
It’s dated 2008, which could be the year it was created!

Here’s the poem that’s inscribed on it.
I tried to read it out in the video, but there was background noise and the poem was clearly not planned out.

The time it will come
Derek Walcott

The time it will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Seat. Feast on your life.

This poem came to me from two sources: It was firstly quoted by Charles Handy in The Hungry Spirit and by Audrey Niffenegger in the Time Traveller’s Wife

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