Intimate Commissions: Permission to Do What We Did as Children
An image of the object described in Zeke Leonard’s LYRICAL DOSSIER.
This is sixth of nine posts sharing art and discovery from the inaugural round of Intimate Commissions, which took place in Summer 2016. Intimate Commissions is a venture in artistic research in which artists create work for each other inspired by each other.
Sound File: Click HERE to hear the poem read by the poet.
                  for Zeke Leonard, by Kamilah Aisha Moon
A little boy just starting
himself with the last letter
of inherited language, learns
to convey every utterance
of souls. Â God's strength
 sharpens, whittles
excess to let what's pure
rise in bas-relief
against the hills and valleys,
to cut is the key to making
 ask any prophet, carpenter
is crafted and he or she will say
 If I'm not useful, I am nothing.
I'm always ready with my tools
to be the best instrument I can.
 “This project was permission/a reason to do what we used to do all of the time freely as children in community with each other.” Kamilah Aisha Moon
 Zeke Leonard’s LYRICAL DOSSIER
How did you get your name?
I was born Matthew Beaumont Leonard in 1973. Â That name originally belonged to Matthew Beaumont, who was the son of Elliot Beaumont, a mill worker in Huddersfield, England in the middle of the 19th century. Â Elliot brought his five children and new wife to America in 1851, his grandson (named Elliot after his grandfather) was my father's uncle, and I was named after him. Â But I didn't like it. Â So in the summer of my fourteenth year I went to summer camp. Â On the first day, the cabin counselor was going around the cabin saying each kid's name and where they were from: "Johnny from Greensboro, Billy from Lexington." Â He came to me and said, "I know you are from Winston-Salem, but I don't remember your name. Â Give me a name." Â "A name" is different from "YOUR name," so I said the first name that popped into my head: Â "Zeke." Â I have been Zeke ever since. Â I have graduated college and graduate school as Zeke, I have been married as Zeke. Â It has become my identity so completely that I am sure I will be buried as Zeke as well.
What are ten things you consider beautiful?
Thoughtfulness (in the sense of being thoughtful about and aware of one's actions and words)
The music of the spheres (in the way that nothing is random, though they may seem so to our myopic selves. Â Chemicals combine and planets move and plants grow and so do we in ways that follow such beautifully connected sets of rules.)
What’s the story behind one item you carry in your purse/pocket?
When I was ten, my parents gave me a pocketknife for my birthday.  With it was a letter, and three decades and more later I remember the first two lines, written in my mother's lovely, regular, slanting long-hand:  "We are giving you two gifts for your birthday:  One is this knife, and the other is a gift of trust."  It was my first ever pocketknife, and since then I have never felt right without one.  I feel antsy flying these days because I can't carry my pocketknife with me. That first one was a Swiss Army knife, which I lost backpacking a few years later.  Since then I have carried a succession of pocketknives every day.  I do not like the big ones that look like they are made to be used as weapons, because I have no desire to use it as such.  This is a tool, an edge tool that is used for slicing fruit and opening letters, for cutting packing tape or as a quick impromptu wood scraper in the shop, if there is not one near by.  It opens boxes and cuts a slice off of a hunk of cheese, it sharpens pencils to a crisper point than one could get out of a pencil sharpener.  In fact, the smallest blade on this one, called a “pen knife” I keep especially sharp just for sharpening pencils.
I use this knife to make a particular point with my students.  We talk a lot about value in my classes, about how we ascribe value and how we measure it.  I like to take out this little knife, made in the fifties by the Imperial Knife Company in Providence, Rhode Island.  I tell them that it belonged to my Grandfather and that he gave it to me before he died, and I ask them about value.  How would they ascribe value to it?  Them I put it back in my pocket and take it out again.  I say, “Look at this knife I got at the flea market.  I only paid three dollars for it, but it’s pretty good.”  I ask again about value.  The object does not change, the materials and the materiality do not change, but the context is everything.  So it is a useful tool in a lot of ways.
Since that very first pocketknife on my tenth birthday, I have never yet had the perfect pocketknife. Â I have had several good ones, but none has been the Platonically ideal tool. Â I keep looking for it, which is another way that it is useful: Â It reminds me about the human search for perfection. Â It is a good way to stay humble.
From the GIVER/Kamilah, in relation to the gift:
I think objects are always great portals into memory and often become metaphors that symbolize experience. I loved how he presented himself and I wanted to reflect that lyrically in a poem.
[What stood out is] how much you can sense someone with very little information.
From the RECIEVER/Zeke, in response to the gift:
[I’m] Floored.  It is so beautiful, and pointed and apt.  Really a fantastic piece, and one that I treasure.  It is printed out and hangs on the wall in my shop now.
[This project is significant because of its] encouragement to fail, to try new things.
ANNOTATIONS FROM THE RESEARCHERS:
One of the potential challenges in assembling a diverse community of artists within a single project is a concern about how some artistic forms appear to be more equipped than others to create meaning across distance. Poems are contemplative, language-based offerings, yet having known Kamilah since high school I was confident in her ability to animate her offering and to respond wholeheartedly to this undertaking. Her inclusion of the recording of her reading the poem added an unexpected layer of dynamism and intimacy to this exchange. Additionally, per Zeke’s observance and the gift he made noted in the previous post, the participating artists are under no obligation to do what might be expected of them. Kamilah could have created a dance, a sculpture, a word-slam-sound-file, if that is how she felt compelled to respond to the dossier she received. That being said, her poem, filled with language that allows for multiple layers of meaning, directly and lyrically engages with several aspects of Zeke’s dossier.
What is it to receive a commission? Kamilah remarks that this project gives permission to do what we did naturally as children: to receive and respond, without expectation of perfection, of ideal form or execution. Each gift is an experiment in and of itself, and each provides both Giver and Receiver with that childhood resonance, reminding us that we are all pure makers at heart, willing our gifts into the world.