Manipulation Through The Enormity of Constant Repetition - May 4, 2010

Manipulation Through The Enormity of Constant Repetition

Is large scale several hundred?

Tiny, to be sure.

Go away, but still say,

"Whatever is perfect, I don't need anymore."

We all would like to think,

This myth of the real,

It is almost entirely a myth now.

These interesting little ironies.

Do you think this now?

This idea of the past.

Yeah, I think.

You know, it is overwhelming.

I cannot imagine.

Interrogated by idiots.

And this woman, well not exactly.

She was sympathetic to me.

I don't really understand.

The idea that everyone might have imagined.

I found it rather touching.

You can start from zero and one.

Otherwise you end up with something sentimental,

Or something just your own.

That something I had for many, many years.

I can read a couple of languages.

So I have some access to it.

I had no real access.

I just didn't know much about it.

So you stick with the idea.

Some short.

Some shorter.

It would have been foolish to try.

Did any of your views about people change?

For one thing, I had no significant knowledge about water.

Filled with technical detail,

In great detail.

Water is power,

Which powers, the water.

If you don't understand,

You're not going to understand,

Why this is here,

Why that is there.

What, why.

All this kind of stuff.

To think you know,

Should never have been.

Remember to speak how they speak.

The stars at night.

This desert in the suburbs of New York.

An enchanted sky,

That has really reduced air quality.

You don't see the stars anymore.

There is haze in the air.

Smoke and dust.

I don't remember eating.

You are eating something?

It.

This kind of metaphor between two.

Yes, I think it's true.

Alive is also death.

You draw upon sources,

Your own impressions.

Our ability to create metaphors,

Of the things we see.

Everything is infinite, sometimes.

What is the myth?

What should it be?

Well this does require you to think, for example.

Yes, this is so.

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 poems get used as collage material in my artwork.

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

This poem was created from:

The Brooklyn Rail - March 2010 issue pg.8

In Conversation - "A Modest Imperialist", William T. Vollmann with Steven Ross