A straightforward description of any of my unsuccessful paintings… Flat color greenish black lacking detail texture struggles to come through the top layer sucking up all the light highlights flattened out through repetition and a dulled sense of when to stop (19 July 2018)
Tag: poem
Conduits (a poem)
Inspired by a Twitter post… 1 There is a voice There is a voice conspicuous by its absence There is a voice conspicuous by its absence from the square where millions of voices blend together in a wall of noise 2 Against a wall of noise the scream knows no one will notice It goes [...]
Soft landing (a poem)
Written while out and about this evening… How I feel about the slide depends on which patches of skin get burned on the way down If I find myself a pillow to land on there are places to rest and catch my breath I’m hoping that’s sand down there and that I land before it [...]
Christopher Walken death wish (a poem)
Not much more productive today, really… Somebody was talking about that one movie with Christopher Walken talking about driving at night, fighting the urge to steer the car into the oncoming headlights My urge doesn’t wait for night time it sneaks up on me late afternoon as I’m driving home from up north in clear [...]
Subterfuge (a poem)
Too hot today to come up with anything more substantial… My car is really dirty I wrote a poem to make that sound more important than it really is because a silver car gone green can be mistaken for camouflage but not ecology The poem doesn’t know that (15 July 2018)
What do you call rust when it’s green? (a poem)
A brief poem(ish) written on my phone—too tired to do more… My car is crusted over— grusted over?— like a pond covered with a layer of algae Resistant to rain allergic to car washes Undercover no paint job needed No wonder I get away with so much (14 July 2018)
Face 1/Face 2 (a poem)
Inspired by some of the works on display at Gallery Onyx as part of the Onyx Fine Arts Collective’s 13th annual exhibit, Art ’n Soul: A Celebration of Black Joy… They are not faces They are paint on canvas brushed dabbed scraped splattered splashed smoothed swirled in [...]
Bookstore Poem #319. Learning to love the deep blue sea
Bonus round… The first sensation: cold cold all around penetrating through my mouth into my chest The second sensation: gagging water going down being pushed back up convulsing The third sensation: burning my eyes my throat my lungs The fourth sensation: thirst anything anything at all to wash away the taste of salt The fifth [...]
Bookstore Poem #318
Six lines of heartbreak doubled in some places unbroken walk through walls swim across oceans tug from unseen places connect moments in time bind to memory define permanence (12 July 2018)
Consequences (Pluto is a planet) (a poem)
Stemming from a pre-workshop conversation last Saturday… The scientists may say otherwise for now but Pluto is a planet You can’t just kick it out— it’s part of the solar system You know—the one with that big, bright, fiery sun around which the planets orbit Okay, technically I suppose we can since we’re the ones [...]
