The olfactory system is often forgotten in day-to-day life, but it has remained a constant source of inspiration in literature—particularly poetry—for centuries. Unlike reality for many of us, the conceptual and imaginative world of the poet leaves room for sensory explanations beyond the literal materiality of concrete ingredients. Put simply: They are better suited at using words to describe the emotional impact of smell on our physical well-being.
With that in mind, we tasked Brooklyn-based performance artist and poet, Yves B. Golden to pen an original work, inspired by our newest supplement, Functional Fragrance. In 'Untitled (Day),' Golden distills the before and after effects of using the uplifting, anti-stress scent on a typical day in New York City.
Read on—and don't "forget to breathe."
are made of these - hard, matted shoulders
stacked into gates
not even clarity funneling through.
no breathing room
until, single file, we
have the light again
enough of it.
setting through solids
like a dream.
and time - all in a snap,
or the flip of a page.
on your feet or
the lip of a seat
while the streets rage - cataloguing
of strobing daylight.
tomorrow's, tonight's, next week's.
days made of not only mondays, wednesdays, fridays.
days made of long distance contacts, commutes, screens.
accustomed to asking
it is. Sometimes
I forget. to breathe.
to draw an eight with my eyes closed on the train.
to lean my tomorrow down to tend to later.
to strum the walls with my passing them.
I was here once.
it might. snow soon/rain soon.
the sun's setting.
days made of this and everything else.
ease in waking hours,
smiles, generosity, chance.
the makings of a life unlike any you could've imagined.
all days made
Photograph Moran Dankner for The Nue Co.