Random, Abstract Poetry - 1/4/09

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 darker, semi-schizophrenic alter ego creates the poetry.

The concept of taking something that already exists and turning it into something new was inspired by a Richard Prince exhibition I visited at the Guggenheim - 2008. His re-photography, nurse paintings, and deKooning woman, collage paintings were my favorites.


Who Remain Largely Unknown
The sun rises,
In the early morning,
On a cold, icy day.
Bright spots mark the time.
The colors become obvious.
It's the day before Thanksgiving.

Go to the second floor.
You go, because it's warm.
Nobody there.
Where are they going?

Sitting in the cold,
Embracing and chanting.
We are all part of the fabric.
A fabric of no color.
The reality is,
You might not exist.

You can sleep now.


As They Sing
Because it's not safe,
Take chances because.
It sounds a lot like folk.

Addiction.
Meandering into the ether.
Plants and animals describe math.

Loosely translated.
Like here and there.
Talented, but occasionally open.
To say you got up.
You're doing well.


Throughout
Somewhat ridiculous.
This guy pays a fine.
If you're looking,
This could be the guy.

That brings to mind.
I'm spilling out my heart.
Lonely, depressing.

Start sparsely, then slowly build.
This is my last song.
A theme continued.

The good news is,
Imagery is beautiful.
And you will have,
No trouble remembering.


Original Elevator
That's a bad thing.
Channeling cowboys and angels.
I like their influence.

We all have secrets.
Don't tell.

Feeling alone.
There's a difference between,
Being influenced, and being.
Between recycling, and doing.

Start believing.
They have been shoveling even more.


Go No Further
Watching.
I had the uncontrollable urge.
Fond of adventurous souls.
Neither like the other.
Similarity with the king?
Yes, in fact, many.

You might hear noise,
When they listen.
That doesn't sound coherent.

You have heard it,
More than a few times.
Mechanical and emotional.