I am starting down a series of paths to discover what this “thing” is that we refer to as “place”. Experiment 1st draft – The Show Must Go On I want to follow a series of poems on 1 PLACE down a structured path of revelation. 1. Place vacant objectified, absent of human interaction. 2. […]
No motion in painting Save the brush stroke Permanently locked in Line structure & 2 Dimensions Trapped on the canvas Never offering the subject The opportunity To exercise Free will. Painting is a prison.
Some experiments Standing near Mirror Lake, myself part of nature… BROKEN! By a stone. Face sheered off in time, Her tall body arching o’er Me. Shouting “Hello!” Art Deco stole it’s Design from a Zinnia! Scallop eggshell domes. “Twitter” Perhaps a haiku / but unnatural the tweet / Broken! The syntax.
A place Is a place with or without You There In That Place. But, without you Un-real- ized This Place. We can not leave this place alone or it will not Be A Place As a place with A person Becomes Real, As real gets For then it is seeing, touching, smelling, hearing, tasting or […]
Forms of birthing grown structures now permanent architecture — Forms of speaking natural structures now permanent nomenclature — Forms of being metamorphic structures now permanent aesthetics
I am interested in place as place, a single objectified reality that is changed only by subjective interactions with it. This as a separate pursuit of the human experience that is influenced by place which is history and human presence objectified. The park Neon and forest green Rolling blend of Kentucky blue Clover and dandy […]
To capture being As we are not things As “things” go Us Being That Is or shall I say I Am No thing So this is where it gets confusing, you see So often we write of things, describing things, filling empty pages with empty rooms, filling them with words about […]
We enter Asking for your attention The town crier Speaking of the here And the now Present for this expression Of the hearing Spoken in clear and present tense The words of the people So that they may be heard: What they say— How they say— That we may say about them And this place; […]
Poetry is a privilege… Poetry is a prison ||| || /||||
“We call for a new poetry! We call for a new eulogy… It must be a poem of record Telling the Life of the One who will be remembered beyond the grave. Their stories a collection of cities and states.” —Speaker for the Dead, 2019 We seek a new poetry. Story psalms — Holy, archetypal […]