Background: 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.
Examples: You can see actual articles from the Brooklyn Rail with the poetry on my website at - www.ErikVP.com/poetry
It's What The Story Is About
The mind looted,
Tumbling off cliffs.
Courage and suffering renders,
Meaningless contradiction.
Never pay for lies.
Tiny beauty, apparently threatened.
Grammar, which somehow becomes transgressive.
Done only to kill.
Deliberate, mind-blowing.
The monotone of a man's soul.
One year later, most sincere.
It's a classic.
A Physical Representation of The Id
Condemned to the irrelevant.
Anti-depressants of the global economy.
The paradox of insanity.
Maybe the pendulum swings.
Sometimes incoherent,
The unconscious in ourselves.
A man with an asymmetric sexual fantasy.
Eyes shut, harvesting dangerous desires.
Waiting for things to appear.
What we desire,
Tells us what to desire.
Desire a dream.
We can imagine.
The Vibe Is Established
Blue poetry.
A particular obsession,
Between language and thought.
The eye should listen.
Language, a paradox.
Margins reverberate throughout,
Of proverbs trapped.
The possibilities.
Every dream is vital,
To the thinkers and stones.
Fused so seamlessly,
Without gray spaces.
Seeing a Chinese film.
Asking the same question.
Look, but not always.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Random, Abstract Poetry - 2/18/09
Background: 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.
Examples: You can see actual articles from the Brooklyn Rail with the poetry on my website at - www.ErikVP.com/poetry
Just There
You know, I began going nowhere.
I remember that.
Like Van Gogh's drawings.
The drawings were very important.
Even now, they are lucid.
Color is something really open.
It was art with people,
who couldn't talk.
If you went over there,
they'd stop and not talk.
I didn't fit in.
You belonged to the color.
But I didn't really feel comfortable.
That was true.
The color didn't have structure.
Struggling and struggling.
Just trying to draw.
Too many choices.
You can't give people too many choices.
Going to Egypt?
I should go to Egypt.
The pyramids.
I could stack together,
and not move the air.
I realized.
It just came to me.
The last key to the puzzle.
You got to struggle to figure out color.
I think that's about right.
I Didn't Know People
Shakespeare hardly had any friends.
But his ghost was present,
as though he'd never left.
An education in literature imagined.
So innovative and experimental.
A very unorthodox critic, traumatized.
Because I did not have the tools to write.
Thinking creatively in whatever.
Probably philosophy.
None Of This Was Ever Really Spoken
You were born early.
I wonder how that influenced you?
It was very intense.
They couldn't figure me out.
I read everything.
The war had a lot of resonance.
The 21st century complexity,
and so on.
The complexity of identity.
I found out later,
I wore rosary beads.
Much later in life,
I invented the process,
of organizing beloved figures.
I got very nervous.
They would vibrate any time the train went by.
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.
Examples: You can see actual articles from the Brooklyn Rail with the poetry on my website at - www.ErikVP.com/poetry
Just There
You know, I began going nowhere.
I remember that.
Like Van Gogh's drawings.
The drawings were very important.
Even now, they are lucid.
Color is something really open.
It was art with people,
who couldn't talk.
If you went over there,
they'd stop and not talk.
I didn't fit in.
You belonged to the color.
But I didn't really feel comfortable.
That was true.
The color didn't have structure.
Struggling and struggling.
Just trying to draw.
Too many choices.
You can't give people too many choices.
Going to Egypt?
I should go to Egypt.
The pyramids.
I could stack together,
and not move the air.
I realized.
It just came to me.
The last key to the puzzle.
You got to struggle to figure out color.
I think that's about right.
I Didn't Know People
Shakespeare hardly had any friends.
But his ghost was present,
as though he'd never left.
An education in literature imagined.
So innovative and experimental.
A very unorthodox critic, traumatized.
Because I did not have the tools to write.
Thinking creatively in whatever.
Probably philosophy.
None Of This Was Ever Really Spoken
You were born early.
I wonder how that influenced you?
It was very intense.
They couldn't figure me out.
I read everything.
The war had a lot of resonance.
The 21st century complexity,
and so on.
The complexity of identity.
I found out later,
I wore rosary beads.
Much later in life,
I invented the process,
of organizing beloved figures.
I got very nervous.
They would vibrate any time the train went by.
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