2010
Background:
I use the Brooklyn Rail newspaper as collage material in many of my paintings. I underline words and phrases within the articles and arrange them into poetry. Much of the poetry gets covered by the painting, but you can generally see remnants of the poem when looking at close up photos.
Below are a few of my favorites from 2010
I post new poetry regularly here:
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Odd References From Latin - 12/21/2010
Compose a small painting in red.
A witty brushstroke.
Painterly images of love and war.
Mathematical poetry is monotone.
Dark formulations of geometry suggest tension.
Is love eternal on the other side?
Laughter or thought.
A few seconds, or maybe two.
I decide not to spend any time.
Volumes of intertwined silence.
Grainy photos of early childhood.
Psychological portraits of minimal form.
Repetition makes the green lizard happy.
Invisible In Ordinary Ways - September 4, 2010
Close the door.
I have a notebook full of advice.
This is not a message of happiness, or reassurance, or truth, or warning.
Five percent of twenty four percent will be vivid statements.
This one and this one.
First, we must deal with one.
Longing for meaning.
But cannot fill the emptiness.
Exactly three years ago.
On the Fourth of July.
Some romantic dream.
My dreams about the past became increasingly narrow.
Ten days ago, for the fifth time.
I began to ask.
Is human identity discovered or defined?
Listen to the voices.
We will not follow preachers.
Sonic Parallels of the Zen - May 31, 2010
Your name is Clive.
Retain a numerical sequence of the raven hair.
To explain one, habitually between ones.
The first includes a second.
Nine, ten, eleven, and then one.
Instinctually write for a few years.
Avoid the long answer.
Question, then ask.
Point to the misunderstood.
Describe a joke.
You mean diversion?
An articulate and extensive philosophy.
Cited as a composer of composing, an anti-composition.
Decidedly avante-garde.
Infamous perplexing works, Dada style.
Turn to the melodies in the ceiling fan.
Playing a note of the wind.
Imbuing enthusiasm of a true silence.
Pages of a blank score and not a single note.
Listen to it.
Manipulation Through The Enormity of Constant Repetition - May 4, 2010
Is large scale several hundred?
Tiny, to be sure.
Go away, but still say,
"Whatever is perfect, I don't need anymore."
We all would like to think,
This myth of the real,
It is almost entirely a myth now.
These interesting little ironies.
Do you think this now?
This idea of the past.
Yeah, I think.
You know, it is overwhelming.
I cannot imagine.
Interrogated by idiots.
And this woman, well not exactly.
She was sympathetic to me.
I don't really understand.
The idea that everyone might have imagined.
I found it rather touching.
You can start from zero and one.
Otherwise you end up with something sentimental,
Or something just your own.
That something I had for many, many years.
I can read a couple of languages.
So I have some access to it.
I had no real access.
I just didn't know much about it.
So you stick with the idea.
Some short.
Some shorter.
It would have been foolish to try.
Did any of your views about people change?
For one thing, I had no significant knowledge about water.
Filled with technical detail,
In great detail.
Water is power,
Which powers, the water.
If you don't understand,
You're not going to understand,
Why this is here,
Why that is there.
What, why.
All this kind of stuff.
To think you know,
Should never have been.
Remember to speak how they speak.
The stars at night.
This desert in the suburbs of New York.
An enchanted sky,
That has really reduced air quality.
You don't see the stars anymore.
There is haze in the air.
Smoke and dust.
I don't remember eating.
You are eating something?
It.
This kind of metaphor between two.
Yes, I think it's true.
Alive is also death.
You draw upon sources,
Your own impressions.
Our ability to create metaphors,
Of the things we see.
Everything is infinite, sometimes.
What is the myth?
What should it be?
Well this does require you to think, for example.
Yes, this is so.
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