Black Hole Boogie   Thursday, April 30, 2020








black hole boogie
(after Lisa Sanditz’ “Pearl Farm Underwater” - acrylic with pearl on canvas)

dancing
on the ceiling
in a vortex
of star-
bursts
black hole
boogie
soul train moment
flash
of disintegration
open
fategate
to universal
nothing
allthing
youthing
mething

allallallall

in clouds of
megalithic
wonder

http://www.crggallery.com/artists/andre ... ?photo=312











A couple of things this post that are a little different.

First the poems – I wrote these poems in 2008, a series based on paintings from a book I bought. When I wrote the poems, I included the URL where the paintings could be seen. Unfortunately, most of the URL’s are now inactive. But I think the poems still stand well enough alone without the show-and-tell.

As to the art – Many times over the years I have posted other people’s art, friends mostly or something I saw that I liked.

For this post, the art is my own. Running low on poetic inspiration some months ago , I decided to try art. Being cheap in most aspects of my life, my canvases are scrap lumber. Being mostly untalented, my medium is spray paint.

For a little difference, the last photo is of my latest attempt at sculpture.




It's a short post, all me.





Black hole boogie



Children’s crusade



First kiss



Erector set



She pretends



Wormbunnies…goddamn wormbunnies



Fashionista



Everything changed that remained the same



Gone fishing



Grandeur



It’s better to sleep they say










children’s crusade

(After Claudia Alvarez’ series “Machine Gun,” “Choking,” and “Boygun” - watercolor on paper)

even as Abraham
sought to buy
his god's
favor
by the
murder
of his son...

so still
today
children are sent to fight
to suffer
to die
for the ambition
of new false gods,
builders
of empire
on the bones of slaughter,
blood suckers
drinking the essence
of innocence

children
at war,
sacrificed still
when
they should be playing
baseball
going to school
dreaming

instead
they kill and they die

if there is a hell
we will all
be meeting
there









first kiss
(after Bettina Sellmann’s “Dance” - watercolor on canvas)

first kiss
shyly offered
accepted
with eyes cast
demurely
down

tender

like clouds
touching


http://www.bettinasellmann.com/p_2006_dance.htm











erector set
(after Abraham Brewster’s “Interstate” - oil on canvas)

writhing
riot
of skin
and body parts
stretching
like girders
in a construct
of pale
flesh

sinners
rendered into their parts,
damned
to bear the weight of
Satan’s
paradise


http://www.abrahambrewster.com/2006_200 ... _2007.html









she pretends
after K.K. Kozik's "Late" - oil on linen

she pretends
she
hasn’t
been waiting

she
pretends
to be fascinated
by the Times
and it’s reports
on the hows
whys
and wherefors
of Hill and Barry
and Britney
as well

but
as she looks
over her shoulder
at me
I know better

the flowers
were a good idea
i
think

http://www.vandeb.com/artists_kozik.html#








wormbunnies...goddamn wormbunnies!
(after Ria Brodell’s “A Wormbunny Carries Away the Submarine” - pencil, colored pencil, acrylic on paper)

they come
from the deep,
pull me to the ice,
and wrap me
of their fuzzy embrace,
their rank fur,
greasy,
disgusting,
examining me
with the cool and jaded gaze
of one
who has seen bigger and better
prey than me,
who has dined
on bigger and better prey than me

i struggle
to present my most unappetizing
mien
and pray
for rejection

oh!
heed me now,
for from the gleam
is this wormbunny’s eye
i think my time is here

beware,
should you come this way,
for here
do the hungry wormbunnies
lurk

(avoid
the birdmen, too,
for they will sell you out every time)

http://www.riabrodell.com/image.php?ID= ... es&Album=5








fashionista
(after Hana Barrett’s “Little Sigmund” - oil on canvas)

he’s
a scrawny
unimpressive
looking fella,
but a real Fancy Dan
when it comes to clothes,
silks
and ribbons
and lace
and bows,
a real fashionista

but here’s the
deal

somebody
really needs
to talk to him,
tell him right straight
out to his face...

“Mortimer,
you can wear
the hat
or you can wear
the dress,
but
you just can’t
wear both”

it’d
be for his own good









everything changed that stayed the same
(after Scott Listfield, “It’s a Question of Simian Survival” - oil on canvas)

the lady
stands,
torch held high,
still buried to her waist
in beach sand, but
the actor gone, now
a place for picnics,
for sand castles,
for jumping in the surf,
for an ice cream truck,
bell ringing,
children running,

behind

another spaceman

long-armed
bandy-legged
spacesuit
shining
silver
in the red
sun

watching

i fear
for the children




















gone fishing
(after Anna Conway’s “A Pound of Cure” - oil on panel)

trees
line the silvershining pond
stretching
in reflection

shadows
lengthen
in the far woods
as i clost the gate
and begin
the drive home

i caught
no fish today
but i did hear the soft rush
of a poem pass by

perhaps i’ll catch it
tomorrow

http://www.guildgreyshkul.com/artist.php?id=114
(seventh painting down)









grandeur
(after Jean-Pierre Roy’s “The Defeat of Anthropy” - oil on canvas)

fragile
are the fruits
of our labor;
pointless
our ambitions

we are a
mote
adrift
on a passing sunbeam
in the crowded
corridors of time

our grandest monuments
will weaken
and collapse of their
inherent fragility
as will
we

we
dream
and then we rot

that is our story

http://www.rare-gallery.com/artists/JeanRoy/index.html









it’s better to sleep, they say
(after K. K. Kozik’s “ Cat’s Eye”, oil on linen

books
all around me
seventeen shelves high
on all four walls

a mountain of knowledge,
an Everest of facts and figures
and sustained thought
put to paper, page after page
stitched and bound,
all those books
pushing in all around me
smothering me
with theory, thesis, argument,
overwhelming
the comfortable ignorance,
the blindness
of a made-up mind,
that sustains
me

i lean back
in my lazyboy,
rest my head
on my favorite red pillow
and seek the dumb
solice
of sleep

it’s better that way
they
say




























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