She Knows Words
2009 - 11"x12" Acrylic, graphite, charcoal, newspaper, on wood.
Finished with two coats of Krylon Kamar Varnish #1312
(Not For Sale)

January 23, 2009

This is my version of figurative drawing. I like to call it stick figurative drawing. The snake was a complete accident. It was supposed to be long hair, but the left side looked like a tail so I added the snake head on the right side.

A few poems embedded in the Brooklyn Rail newspaper collage. You can see them a little better in the photo at the bottom of this page.

No Dream Ends
Vague, I call my life.
Be sure of something.

Night of horror.
I don't wake up.

The dream,
A grotesque fear.
That which is doubtless.
Tell me it's almost daylight.

Speak To Me
The only childhood.
The one in his dream.
The adolescence.
The one he'd created.

All his life,
He saw that it was impossible.
For life to have existed.

He recalled not a single street.
Not even some maternal gesture.

The life he had dreamed,
Had actually been.

Dream another past.
Conceive of having something.

For a moment, imagine.
There's something I haven't told you.

Even If You Don't Know Why
He began to encounter people.
He'd get to know their life stories.
Like one who goes on seeing.

Then he traveled by memory.
And built his past.

Ports he embarked.
Childhood companions.
The emies of manhood.
Everything was different.

What had actually been?
Should I go?

To speak.
I'm speaking of other dreams.

The Game
I sat down with a pot of jasmine tea.
This is a game.

The rest of the world,
Visible throughout.

In subway stations,
The world comes to share.

Red and white,
Fastened together,
Surrounded by a sea of contrary word.

Why Are We Still Talking?
Why ask me everything?
Because everything changes,
Change with everything.

 

She Knows Words
Don't interrupt.
Close my eye.
I can listen.
My heart aches.
I wasn't you.

It's always, always too late not to sing.

 

Here is a larger detailed photo: