Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Where do you get the nerve?

Indigo,

How can you be so bold- claiming a place on the electromagnetic color spectrum? Everyone knows your the "grey" of Blue and Violet: an amalgamated hue. Even in ROYGBiV, you are lowercase.

I am creating a new rainbow for the all-too-confused, self-assured colors such as you.


Fulvous Saffron Lime Aquamarine Indigo Burgundy


There. Now you have a rainbow more suitable for you.



A Rainbow has six colors; I don't care what anyone says (especially not you, Indigo!)


(and here are some color swatches, in case you are unfamiliar with this rainbow)


a fulvous duck


saffron batik


a lime lawn chair


a nicely shaped aquamarine backdrop


indigo (children)


sweet velvet burgundy (shade of Dubonnet)

dagnabit!

Ears as caves with coral-pigmented stalagmites
Erect as cars pass beyond the double-glazed window
Triangles lose hypotenuse

Also fell flat when she
first saw her reflection
(a hiss at herself)

Viridescent orbs speculate luminosity
Stare without contest
as if a proclamation of philosophic eminence

In pouncing position
sweet almonds, lined in black-soot,
dilate to the beat of her breath

her hine-leg pounce hop, a dance,
an arch of something sacred –
bend at the thoracic vertebrae
between the shoulder blades

With prey detected, a leap
no Catch –
right one winks, twitch (eyelid myokymia?)

Eight disintegrating stitches perpendicular her stomach’s length
top loop oozes puss
Shaven, reveals a stippled design:
Light Heather belly blotched with ink spots

gossamer whiskers pick up dust from unseen areas
her perception has a different bandwidth
hallucinates a mouse to pounce
attentive, in awe at the mandolin
curls tight to Bill’s chest while studying


tiny pale T marks the zenith of her face
as a wound in a rootstock
where one inserts the cut bud
exactly symmetrical – tactically perceptible
central yet camouflaged

jaw unlatches for a
yawn snap
releases fodderbreath
baby teeth planted in bed of her garden maw
ask for air

paws of soft gratitude
bow to god, genuflect in stretch
and after
graze the face of a rust-orange plush couch
without claws – respect

Just after waking, she sprawls on her back
Arms curled as a kangaroo
Tail coiled between back legs
Bathing in sun beam from pigmented window



(disappearance)




After garage wormhole, present again
tangled in a jade patterned scarf,
which mimics lines scribed across back legs
Slate grey mixed with Saturn dust
An Eclipse coat
Fleece sans flees

Tongue like pumice:
A Pyroclastic cleanser
If she were a he, Ida named him Ignatius

Saturday, February 24, 2007

all the chapsticks tucked in jackets in closets
lost in pockets

in jeans, deceased

Thursday, February 22, 2007

What am I?

It singes my nose hairs with the scent of contempt
I’m a plugged up tea pot with no place to vent
Hear the clear soprano whistle blow
when the Black Dragon’s brewed too long

Just take one sip, I bet
I'll tinge your tongue.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Perspective vs. Perception

Perspective: a view or position; a point of view

Perception: a way of regarding, understanding, or interpreting something; a mental impression; to seize and understand

Two words that are so close can be misleading. It is important to observe, depict and understand differences between seemingly interchangeable abstractions. I will begin my depiction by describing my particular perspective (or view) on these quasi-homonyms. One begins with perspective; one has a point of view on something and that is the base. From this angle, one can color the “something” with his/her perceptions. Perception is distinctly different because it adds many facets to the initial perspective; it adds to the stratum to make the initial “something” more complex.

For example, two “Constants” in an experiment can be looking at an exactly symmetrical statue from opposite sides in a perfectly square white room with a light directly above the statue, so that the statue is completely equivalent from either side. These two Constants have the same perspective. However, the lives of the Constants have been taken in many different directions, affecting their minds through the lens of particular life experiences. Their outer perspective of the statue is similar, but their perception of the image is most likely quite different. On a basic scientific level, maybe Constant 1 is colorblind or far-sighted. These attributes change pigmentation and depth perception. Maybe the statue’s shape stimulates a memory in Constant 1’s mind, while Constant 2’s mind passes over that particular contour.

A more commonly known psychoanalytic test would be the Rorschach inkblot test. In this “experiment”, it would be incorrect to state that two persons looking at the same inkblot from the same angle, distance and in the same light have different perspectives. It would be correct to comment on the distinctions between their perceptions of the blotch. Simply put: perspective is about the external factors while perception deals with the internal.


I’m not sure why I have been thinking about this so much lately, but the power of language and the intricacies within deeply intrigue me. As a good friend of mine said: “words are very much external”. I want to capture the essence of my internal mind, my perspective and my perceptions with words, not just images.
The dictionary cites the following as Art:

acrylic painting
action painting
mural painting
oil painting
painting
watercolor
woodcarving
woodcutting
stonecutting
brass rubbing
airbrushing
scumbling
sculpture
sketching
silk-screen printing
screen printing
cartooning
enameling
encaustic
engraving
grisaille
calligraphy
photography
photomontage
marbling
marquetry
montage
trompe l’oeil
pastel
stained glass
mosaic
mezzotint
batik
aquatint
linocut
lithography
lost wax
ceramics
gouache
collage
decoupage
sgraffito
fresco
impasto
intaglio
intarsia
cire perdue
cloisonné
conté
etching
tempera
distemper
drawing
dry point
pointillism
tachism
illumination!

Words capture images. Words create art through poetry. We’ve all heard the poet’s pen is his paintbrush – it could also be his woodcarver, wax dripper, glue, sponge etc... Whatever tool can mark up a page, wall, cave or surface is an artistic device. Do you think in words or images? What’s your cerebral tool?

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Ode to Pooches


Sage - jen and evan's new pup




and this last pooch is MONKEY- a guest of Fiori flower shop a few weeks ago.
I will do an entire post for Oscar - Liz's famous chihuahua!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

i'm in lub ! ! !










This is Dagny, our new 4th Street Warrior. She's a kicken kitten- watch out world!

i like books for dinner

I like heliconia for dinner–
so do forest hummingbirds

This lobster-claw imitates Strelitzia
with non-woody petioles often longer than its leaf

Heli’s homeys are bananas– Canna also shares aperitifs
before the Rufous-breasted Hermit
can come to have its feast

Heliconia, I’d invite you
to next weeks dinner party
But I think you’d rather kick it
alone in the tropics
of West Indies
(You oblong clumpy tree)

Monday, February 05, 2007

it's ofish!

i'll be runnin every day until my birthday with my dear dear friend mr. david. "Run til it's done" is apparently the slogan for the race so I be running lots. Shoot. Ain't I lucky I gots a creek to run next to and altitude to keep me in check?

http://www.stlouismarathon.com/

And I'll be running for Rachel Carson, who passed of asphyxiation of the heart on my birthday in '64. Great woman - check her out.