Carletta Carrington Wilson: this light called darkness, for Jacob Lawrence

this light called darkness

by carletta carrington wilson

Portrait of Jacob Lawrence, 1941,
by Carl Van Vechten

This poem & the photo of Jacob Lawrence are in Raven’s anthology: This Light Called Darkness, on page 137-138

painter

i remember the impact

visions swarming in

traveling the torrid narrowness

turning thin/thin/thinner

til translucent

            breath beckoned

spills its mighty weight

and the throng billowing

blows against seams of light

northern/ geometric/ and hungry

converging

        so-much rural

             so-very urban

                 laboring on

                        shadows climb

                                spit/ sound/ and pulse

                 the intimate metropolis

             seasoning the struggle

        glowing the color canvas

     with a passion red        axial    and bone

rigidly brushed between four edges

stark faces     bold minds

thirsty strands of stars calling

thistledown thirty-down

comin’ down the road and round

painted lady      strut your stuff

cryin’ baby that’s enuf

got my gal and headed for town now

bluuueeessssss

turning purple      turning thicker         and black

our certain kind  our beauty      not complete

without your hands migrating into centuries

receding and advancing against the dark/ light

georgia night sky with beauty so black/so blue/so raw

                                                                                                   with contrast

    windowmaker    seer

talismans in torrents

knock the canvas

inverted keloids brush against bone

in rooms other than our own

kinky iridescence

disembarking there     dismembering there

flesh and flesh landing miles on   onto streets

throwing texture/ shadow/ color

light rises   rises to witness

our implements

our long haul labor’s bloom

blooming   upon

               the

                        dark/ still canvas

onto which

                        lives

  thickly brushed

                           have been left

naked to dry

                against          time


Carletta Carrington Wilson is a literary, mixed-media, and installation artist. She explores the "text" of textiles. Her work appears in This Light Called Darkness, Take a Stand: Art Against Hate, The African American Review, Cimarron Review, Obsidian III, and Cascadian Zen: Bioregional Writings on Cascade Here and Now. Her works have been exhibited at Wa Na Wari, CoCA, Bainbridge Island Museum of Art and the Northwest African American Museum.

As artist-in-residence at the Dr. James and Janie Washington Studio and Cultural Center in the Central District, Wilson created a series of site-specific installations whose process is documented in Poem of Stone & Bone. Journal entries chart her journey and visceral responses to objects found on the grounds, in the house and studio of the artist. Poem of Stone and Bone engages objects, land and literature to create a nuanced perspective on the life and work of James W. Washington Jr.