Random, Abstract Poetry - 11/25/08

I take the Brooklyn Rail newspaper and underline words and phases in the articles that catch my attention. Then circle a word or phrase for the title. It's more of a subtractive process, taking a page of words and editing down to a poem or maybe several. It's kind of backwards from the traditional process of adding words to a blank page. But it works for me. The pieces of newspaper with these random abstract poems get used as collage material in my artwork. I create the artwork. My semi-schizophrenic, alter ego creates the poetry.

Sketched In Cadmium Red
The suggestion of fishy humor,
Offbeat.

The burning of the painting,
An abstract human quality.
Nature's way?

Allow the text to transition.
Weigh with judgement, not chaos.

Examine paintings of clouds.
Then, look at the sky,
Without desire.

Induce ambition.
Paint the question.
Who deserves?


Textural Renderings
Unamplified noise whispers.
Two performers project waves.
Short visual poems and symbols.
The page can grow hair.

A tidal wave,
It's own nature.
Existing in certainty.
The symbol and waves constant.


Translations
Scientific instruments.
Nuclear fission.
Things you imagine.

A laboratory of paint.
Tonality and color.
Mesmerizing and strange.

Paint a material vision.
Transform into substance.

Combine image and text,
As a strange occult.

Combine images with found text.
He was keenly interested.


Experimental Poetry
A performance with sound.
Respond to one another.

Deliberate, but primal.
Oscillate between.

Calm yet attentive intrigue.
It was a s'eance,
Existing between words and sound.

Enthusiasm clinching guilt.
Experimental association.
The odd personality to become.

The performance ended.


Art As A Model
His work was art.
Painting.
Concluding.
Including.

His paintings imaginary.
Translations that define painting.

The imagination.
The real.
Be transformed.

A romantic who rejects rational progress.
Denying egocentric gesture.
Understanding the artist,
Becomes all which were derived.


Spiraling In And Out
The silent place.
A kind of green light.

Truth stretches.
Dialogue silent.
It makes me wonder.

A native language.
Non-verbal.
But not French.


Or Re-Invented
Re-invention of the other thing.
Something referred to as the number.

You know they didn't think.
They got rid of non-fiction.

Imprint the analog.
Free of random form.
Were all shut down?

Beautiful Is
Multiple personality.
The presence of good.

Conscientious methods,
Lack dissenting intentions,
They argue.

The very presence of glass.
How beautiful it is.

Writing invokes tension.
Beauty, the profound aesthetic.

The hallmark of beauty,
Brokenness.


Mind of Hell
Torture, disorder.
A troubling question.

Interrogations critical?
Interrogators will.

Mentally ill psychologists.
Dubious psychologists.
Interrogations.


Broken
It is and,
It can be broken.
A piece of glass.

Resonate throughout.
Anxiety and instinct,
Constitutes what?

Tragedy.
How beautiful it is.