Penned these three poems during work today, art is a response, and I needed to respond to the echoes in my mind and release them.
eraser, erase her
nails on a chalkboard
sad echoes from a basement
a stench rises, an angry balloon
flies upward
and red starts to boil
after the burn
a plague settles in, mirrors
appear, then break into
reflective shards
that I assemble
into a mosaic mandala
then I draw a case
and place the mandala over the
moon
when people think I'm stupid
when people think I'm stupid
I:
draw a moose
dance like a monkey
drive a car
dwell in a cave
use a microphone
untie a knot
usurp a throne
understand the cosmos
relate to Socrates
relish fine cuisine
return to the cave
rate critics
when the boardwalk burned
he turned to stone
stagnance reined
and the world was boring
street signs, billboards
echoed with industrial sonar
that broke our backs
chipped our teeth and
made us into Pillsbury
Betty Crocker’s, after that
all the shit went
down the drain
and clogged it
no drano
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Collaboration from afar
This drawing was sent to me by Sara Swoboda for her art project, she's been sending a current drawing to a different person everyday since March 20, 2011 and will continue to do so until March 18, 2012. I will post up information about the installation once I know.
Sarah asked for a response to the drawing in her letter to me about the project, here is mine:
Dance of the Elephant
A figure stands in the window
Day 166
An elephant on the mind
a figure, female, locked in a dance pose
her hand:
robotic
simple
mechanical
lines converge in her blank face
small tears in her leggings
while she poses
an elephant's legs grow to the size
of a giraffe, and an aura of sketch
emanates from ink flesh
Sarah asked for a response to the drawing in her letter to me about the project, here is mine:
Dance of the Elephant
A figure stands in the window
Day 166
An elephant on the mind
a figure, female, locked in a dance pose
her hand:
robotic
simple
mechanical
lines converge in her blank face
small tears in her leggings
while she poses
an elephant's legs grow to the size
of a giraffe, and an aura of sketch
emanates from ink flesh
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