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9/11 ||BLUE MOON/ ESCAPISM/ NUANCE OF GREEN: PAINTER.

Posted: Jan 16, 2009 Fri 07:32 pm     Views: 283   

BLUE MOON.

An exact circle
halved.
Two times,
curved. growing
at the limbs of a line
to magnitude: magnifying.
the blue make-up of
a ghost, resembling
the face of a murdered God;
the bright articulate stealth
of white-charged chalk.
beneath, Above blue clouds
centered precise
like a doctor's gaze
upon the World.


ESCAPISM.

Two towers of light,
escaping fire
lit the window,
when it was flame
the sea in blue
laughed underneath,
In sinister stealth
the night changed her leaves.
Deeper madness replaces
a beginning of quiet.
Scorching moonlit water
turns to ice. sense
relations built by
eye-line matches. Crumbling
white-rock, the falling
limbs of the bodied-tower.


NUANCE OF GREEN: THE PAINTER.

Get some water
begin the work with haste
don't let it get in the way
what they said, what they may mean,
what they might have meant;
Concentrate on the Art itself.

Sift the word for its bitterness
Isolate it. Don't let anyone near it.
Never let anyone touch the stroke itself.
Paint without caring, paint in excess
of the word - the paint is blood of words,
excess: deep, rich. don't waste a word
anymore. The word cannot be replaced in the mind.
The painter knows what to do with it
in hand and gesture. Trust the Artist.
Let go of the Resolve -- don't ever let them
know, what you really meant...that night
when you could have - but you didn't -
Integrity: we never sacrifice it.



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