Reflections on my belly button
(the dangers of a restricted point of view)
Holes, as history shows, have always been portrayed in a negative light.
´A hole in one’s argument´, indicates something incomplete in one’s rationale. Holes in garments or objects, unless of course for the sake of fashion, signify that they are rotting or broken. The famous loopholes of bureaucracy allow actions that are, often, ungenerous in their application. Lastly but, not according to size, are the awe-inspiring black holes in space which can suck up entire solar systems.
How ironic that holes have so much negativity attached to them. Without them our body’s functions would flounder and ultimately fail.
In fact the only time a hole begins to be positive is when it’s presented as a whole. Anish kapoor or the negative inspired forms of Rachel Whiteread are good examples as are John Lennon who used holes poetically in ´A day in the Life´ or Sting in, ´Hole in my life´.
I came to such observations with the hindsight offered by my discovery.
The earlier pieces of fluff found had always been discarded, (how often we discard things of worth), but, when brought to my attention displayed a regularity and colour worthy of academic/artistic pursuit.
It was as if this sewn up hole, this remnant of what had nurtured me to my existence still possessed a vacuum like energy, similar to a black hole in a sense. This commonly regarded negative word/thing was actually a positive living entity.
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