Friday, June 03, 2022
Writing now
come up
with words
for feel and sound...
change some round
if apparent meaning intrudes.
Then, alter sense
for new melody.
etc. How end?
Doesn't.
But must?
Oh?
Labels: art, composing, creating, dynamic, edit
Sunday, January 06, 2019
Portrait of the Artist
A Beat, Hippie, etc,
Whatever, spoke
the Languages.
At home with all
the vacancy
always!
Whole Smear!
Talent? None
discernible!
Unless Time’s one.
That’s what
he calls himself,
his fear-
less shtick
being timeless!
Labels: art, art style, Beatnik, hippie, imitation, role playing, time
Sunday, December 02, 2018
The Nature of Art in Brilliant Times
-Macedonian Piglets!
-Nice! But go further. You can
abstract anything.
-Her Getsemani smear raunched
the futile light.
-I’ll let you in the class.
-Bindlestiff!
-Start, uh, going easier?
Labels: abstraction, art, corruption, decadence, mentor, poetry, pretense, teacher
Saturday, November 03, 2018
To Ethnic Poets
exploring passions
of whatever
you imagine
you are when
we’ve not yet
finished
telling you.
Labels: art, condescension, ethnic, literary, majority, White
Thursday, November 01, 2018
Joe-O, Nose-Picking Robot
Proclaims Joe-O, Nose-Picking Robot.
-You’ve been terrif on the crusty stuff.
That can’t have been easy. Well, I
know from personal experience that
it certainly is not.
Spending half a lifetime with a finger
up one nostril.
-Your right’s a bear!
-Can hardly breathe.
-Yet, paradoxically, that’s where the
spiral will come from. Beautifully
formed, even springy!
-What should I do?
-Nothing. Your routine. I work remotely.
-The robot has a robot?
-Of course! Don’t be naive.
-And today will be the day!
-Good chance! And my selfie thereafter
should propel me to the presidency
of NPR!
-Never knew my nose held such high stakes.
-Only the best one in America!
-Don’t flatter me. I give you all tens anyway on your fitness reports.
-Perfection! As I earn and expect! I’ll do
the same for myself, but only after
nailing this spiral!
-It’s in the bag!
-The Artist stays focused, not ego-mad!
-I’ve learned a lot from you, and yet some would consider your work menial.
-That’s because their brains are!
-Why are robots so outspoken?
-Cuts the software.
Labels: art, nose picking, personal care robot, robot, software
Monday, April 09, 2018
Conforming
The new law airily demands “some
form of decoration.”
So I sensibly eschew Patriots Inc
offer of the words of America the
Beautiful.
Favoring instead one of Jellica’s
Jaggeds.
She had pushed them on all the
talk shows, and proved funny
and engaging.
Mine resembled a lighting bolt,
so amused my equally laid-back
friends.
It doesn’t show day by day, but the
dressier stuff exposes the scrotum.
Dates and the like, and, believe it
or not, Bowling.
Labels: abstract, art, clever responses, Law, patriotic
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Visions
One. And Done.
-My editor wants your vision
in words our readers get.
-Vision? Ponderous word to
face the world with!
-Bear with me.
-I just paint.
-Yes! Exhibit One, this Wawa Hoagie
so real I want to devour it! Ham,
Swiss, Lettuce, Tomatoes, Onion!
Mayo-o-o-o!
-Me too.
-And Exhibit Two! This...thing.
-Same hoagie.
-I don’t wish to devour it.
-I do, and much else there.
-And not there?
-Especially.
-I’m getting this on tape, you know.
If you’d care to focus.
-Whole world’s on tape! Who gives a shit?
-If you do, it’s vaguely. Help me out here!
-Something more specific?
-Just a bit.
-Nippur was the Capital of Babylonian
Religion for three thousand years.
-Hooray for the Nippurians! But we’re
dealing with Americans who put bread
on the table.
-Hooray for them!
Labels: abstraction, art, artist, culture, exposition, painter, painting, realism
Wednesday, March 07, 2018
Discussion
-Jennifer and I impressed at…
the clarity of your incoherence.
-Good!
-That didn’t come out right. Let me…
-Not at all! I get you. A mess of facts,
and then I start listening to them.
Let them shape themselves.
-Most stop there, no?
-I guess. But I must shape further.
-When to stop?
-After finding the sound.
That knits it.
-Feels like an art.
-Doesn’t it?
Labels: art, exposition, facts, writing
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Not for Her an Interminably Dying Swan
Jenn-Annie found everything to be new!
This attitude, or lack thereof, she
brought to her secondary roles as
a dancer.
Her boyfriend, Hector, was a static
Conservative, who humored her.
As he does now when they've married.
He is the present Treasury Secretary.
Every penny spent...well the party
sees that a lot fewer of them ARE!
For frivolous social programs,
or her ballet company.
She carries on, laughing.
The new Prime Minister once attempted
to rape her as she minced though a
dark short cut in back of the theater.
She struck him with a brick his white
chest still maintains the imprint of.
She never recognized him.
He's a prude now, of course, and
viscerally dislikes the sexiness she
brings to some roles.
To the dance critics who despise him
reflexively she is one of the few breaths
of fresh air left in the company.
The younger dancers find her silly.
Unprofessional.
What they love most is kissing ass in
the tyranny. Adore, actually.
It's always an art in great repute.
Labels: art, art and politics, Conservative, dance, innocence, prudishness, sexuality
Monday, November 13, 2017
Filling in Blanks With Sensitivity
(Cue Feelings –any saccharine version
beginning “FEEEEEEE-lings!“)
__________didn’t mind that_______
got the artistic acclaim.
For work shoddy, hasty, commercial.
DISGUSTING!
WhereAS! etc
(Fade in scenes of
purest vistas.
Children laughing.
The faint odor of
performing seals also).
Labels: art, artistic, artistic standards, commercial, jealousy, purity
Monday, November 06, 2017
Art and Debate
-Making up a story is like being there?
-Better!
-I’d miss the actual stinks.
-You can devise stinkier. Write them!
-No one could.
Labels: art, debate, literary debate, odor, realism, writing
Friday, July 07, 2017
Planet Where Everyone Has Written a Novel
By law, it can only be read by one person.
Mime rests on the shelf of Ossnow Graz-Graz,
so I campaign...and wheedle, and dance etc.
I lastly bought the national treat, SizzleySnicks for
his children until they vomited!
Considered a happy event here! Rumor is he picked it
up then, and read a page at random.
Good enough for me for now. I feel the artistry shows.
I’m optimistic!
Everyone is congratulating him on his little pukers!
Labels: advertising, art, children, custom, novel, parents, self advertising, writing
Saturday, April 15, 2017
The Short History of Such Things
Pretty effortless. The subscription service
loaded sound bites and they played on
startup.
Usually came off chaotic, scattered, strident.
Full of thumps and pain and complaints.
Thus homeless beaten on his laptop as the
Deco wallpaper therein asserted its art.
Labels: art, Art Deco, beating homeless, homeless, subscription, wallpaper
Wednesday, April 05, 2017
A Modern Definition of Art
WOMAN 2
spouts inanely re
travails of HERO
and HEROINE.
She functions as
ditzy personality,
cardboard, not bale-
ful character. Feminists
insist her being
written out. Playwright
asks only Could someone
like this exist?
Perhaps your pouty Aunt
Dorothy? Or wittier Delilah?
(Next time give her a prick?)
His grating, prissy rule derided
roundly, play starts losing money. So
Producers order Chuck her!
He still tries sticking with Art.
Has full 24 to soundly luxuriate,
since Fat Jack truly observant.
But next day informed “Fuck you!”
Additionally, "Art is a fart blown
though the asshole of Time!"
Labels: art, Art and Money, Artistic Integrity, criticism, Drama, feminism, playwright
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Matisse
left leaning against storage door, Spudwell walked
outside to the auto accident and subsequent
screaming. Then the legalistic debate in the furnace
of a street.
Key of C-Sharp.
-So there it was! A million bucks for someone, a route
guy, a homeless, anyone, to pick off! How long...?
-Hour. A wonderful discussion! Very detailed by two
guys who’ve never been wrong. BMW versus Porsche.
-You, the billionaire nitwit jury?
-Oh well. Insured.
-And if some opportunist hooked it? How about the
sick feeling then?
-That’s hired out too.
Labels: art, art market, billionaire, carelessness, Matisse, money, painting, wealth
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Two Painters
-I shoot for a concept right away.
-Because you can’t draw?
-Precisely.
-Lack of talent is the best shortcut.
-Would you say that such lack tends
to abstraction too?
-In your case, yes.
-Not necessarily bad, though.
-Are we judging on results?
-Jury always out and never returns.
-You vaguely posit one very slippery universe.
-There’s another?
Labels: abstraction, aesthetics, art, draftsmanship, painting, Philosophy
Friday, November 04, 2016
Photog
-I’m 100% digital now.
-What do you miss?
-Darkroom. Enlarging. All the dodging.
Particularly shaping my hands to block
or admit light.
-A ballet! Thing of beauty!
-Maybe it went to heaven.
-Nice idea! Heaven as the place of wonderful
dead arts!
-And artists?
-Let’s keep the purity.
Labels: art, artistic purity, artists, dead arts, defunct art, digital photography, heaven, photographic enlarging, photography
Sunday, October 09, 2016
The Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Rate
-Our prof wants us to draw a
picture of a mind. So I chose Sudsy.
-Beer, greasy potato chips, and
humongous-breasted women?
-That's about it.
-At the further end of Einstein,
one imagines.
-Not so now! His “elements” have
gone abstract on me.
-Don't give them any power!
YOU'RE making them abstract
so you can stand them. Abandoning
reality! From boredom? Disgust? Fear?
-Reality smells like farts.
-Oh? Will it be multimedia then?
-Funny you should say that. Might add
Let It Be by Beatles?
-Reflecting, thus, the overmastering Sudsy
philosophy?
-No one will recognize him from the
drawing, so that could help.
-He has a mother who loves him, you know!
-Somebody else can draw that.
...
(Matthew, furiously dark, diverted.)
Labels: abstraction, art, art school, Beatles, drawing, grossness, mind, Mother
Thursday, August 18, 2016
The Woman Bored By Everything
finally tried reading, again.
But the authors too florid,
wrapping rhinestones in
platinum words.
And those whose tacked opposite
cast wisdom in asperity and just
sounded crabby.
Art helped her for a time, painting,
sculpture.
The more outlier and crap, the better.
A few shocks, a few laughs.
Her girlfriends recommended sex,
of course.
A week in the woods with a Polack
with a twelve-word vocabulary!
But, knowing her luck, said Polack
would not perform due to a massive
Mother Complex, or a nagging
vocational failure at Microsoft.
Was...she heading for that kind of
bitchy behavior which offended all?
Perhaps so, when she, instead,
discovered long walks.
Made no difference whether mid hot
concrete or cool dapples.
After, she breathed!
And not a thought.
Am I becoming a moron? laughed she.
Labels: art, artistic style, boredom, literary style, Literature, painting, sculpture, Woman, women
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Jack the Genius
An Adventure in Art
Jack the Genius was plan old Jack
for many years. Making small films
and writing stories and scripts.
Until Bitsy Hopewell where a sweet
cheerleader morphs into a particularly
obnoxious male.
This labored effort won the Sheep Drover’s
Film Festival in Australia.
The jury especially referred to its artlessness.
Two viciously competing schools arose:
JG and JUF, the last meaning Jack the Utter Fool.
They booked adjoining meeting rooms at the Muncie Y for the Indiana Outlier Flick Fest.
Bloody fisticuffs later.
Jack was shut out on awards there, and quit the business.
That didn’t stop either group.
And younger critics mention him in the same breath with Kurosawa and Fellini.
A short breath...the squabble goes on!
Jack the Genius marries Stella Adela, Stripper, washes cars.
They booked adjoining meeting rooms at the Muncie Y for the Indiana Outlier Flick Fest.
Bloody fisticuffs later.
Jack was shut out on awards there, and quit the business.
That didn’t stop either group.
And younger critics mention him in the same breath with Kurosawa and Fellini.
A short breath...the squabble goes on!
Jack the Genius marries Stella Adela, Stripper, washes cars.
Labels: art, director, Fellini, film, film award, film festival, genius, Kurosawa, stripper
