Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

Red Bird 3

Red Bird listening,

hearing my old confessions

in feathers and blood.

Red Bird

Red Bird knowing all

the ragged branches of my life

and why I’m falling.

Red Bird 2

Red Bird silently

flying me through arcs of light

to distant thunder.

 

Art and haiku by clinock.

Red Bird. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 10 – Neighbors

Neighbors

And here we are neighbor,

living our city stories,

stacked and layered

side by side,

above and below

each other.

 

The walls are thin,

floors and ceilings creak

like old Dracula movies.

We share our ecstasies and tears,

our celebrations and deaths,

whether we want to or not.

 

Once a month or so

we meet in the elevator

or by the mailboxes

and exchange pleasantries

like speech bubbles in comic books,

colliding.

 

We sit broody in our boxes,

each one of us a beautiful stranger,

a strange beauty in a strange land,

each one of us a gorgeous mystery

waiting for someone to open the lid,

open the door.

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Art and poem by clinock.

Neighbors‘ – 20″ x 12″ (50.8 x 30.48 cm) – wood box with mixed media.

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“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”  /  Bilbo Baggins ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

July redux 2014 – new ways, new days

new days new ways

This electric sun
fusing the wiring of me.
How can I not be?

 

photo and haiku by clinock

 

July Redux Anniversary Issue

Truckin

Today, July 6, 2017, is my 6th year anniversary on WordPress. To celebrate I am revisiting my 1 year anniversary post. Here it is:

2011 / 2012. One Year, during which I have connected through the blogosphere with so many wonderful, creative people. I have been inspired, entertained, informed, educated, enlightened and sometimes moved to tears.

I began Art Rat Café as an assignment for an art course, never thinking that I would continue past the first few posts. Now I’m addicted and look forward to more of our amazing communications through the aether

I am so curious about you all and would love to be able to magically bring you together for a blogger’s party in my beautiful city – to look in your eyes and touch your hands and feed you Italian wine and Vancouver salmon.

Blogging is so frustratingly cerebral and although I love it for what it is my approach to life is ever a sensual one.

Self Portrait with the Other

As I live my days and make my art a special part of my thoughts is always active creating my next post, wanting it to be meaningful, magical and mysterious for you and for me. This process is as much a creative act as making a painting, writing a poem or dancing.

Back ‘In the Day’ you would all have been my ‘pen-pals’, (anyone remember ‘pen-pals’?).

The nature of Time is definitely strange and unpredictable – the Trickster in our lives – the accordion playing at our table in a Parisian café, serenading our hearts with music so bitter sweet.

After all is said and done

It’s just a rainbow ‘round the sun,

Another ring toss ’round a star,

A bear stuck in a honey jar,

An ancient number scratched in rock,

A ticking tap, a dripping clock.

Years pass like apes in papered parlors,

Time is their hunger

And we’re all bananas.

 

I love you all and send deepest thanks for your comments, likes and support of Art Rat Café. My connection to you means so much to me.

Here’s to you, dear friends, and to another year of bountiful blogging.

Peace and Love… Keep on Truckin’

Credits:

‘Keep On Truckin’ image thanks to Robert Crumb.

Painting and poem by clinock.

Painting: Self Portrait with the Other. 30″ x 20″ (76.2 cm x 50.8 cm) Acrylic on canvas.

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This Moment Now, Not Redux, P.S.

This intensely powerful July full moon woven into this rare, northwest coast summer heat-wave, is…phenomenal. Summer was late arriving in Vancouver, BC. this year and we needed, so desperately, the sun and its blessings. I drink it in. charging.

Full city, full moon, full light

You could keep a whole city alight in the energy I have tonight.

I am summer heat and am expanded and ignited by it – Fire – Leo – In – My – Element. 

This music was not in my one year post but I just had to put it here…with these words…

“And that full bellied moon, she’s a-shinin’ on me.

Yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea”

summer moon 1

 

Demented Confessions 9 – Stolen Poems

Stolen Poems

Let’s invent a new language she said,

One in which even the smartest can play god

On the limbs of others.

Version 2

Okay I said but why are we doing this?

You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, R U?

she replied…

Version 4

None – the – less I broke the code

and saved the world –

once again – from

total

annihilation..

Stolen Poems

Surely

some credit

is due

 

I am aVailable for

cash Awards

At home

every day

beTween N000000000N

and ONE.

 

I have a PayPal account

I am ‘Believable’ at Starbucks

I participate in anti-gravity sex

I am the one behind the bush

waxing his handlebar moustache

please

don’t send me

to the Farm

what else do you want me to say?

I have so much yet to do.

Help

is needed.

 

Help each other

with a loving

heart

 

Art and poem by clinock.

Stolen Poems. 8″ x 36″. Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

 

 

 

 

Demented Confessions 8 – ’43’

43

she knew immediately

the symbolism, the references,

the memory, the confession.

 

there are people in my life

who know more about me than I do.

I make my confession to them.

 

 

Art and Poem by Clinock.

’43’. 6″ x 6″ (15.24 x 15.24 cm). Mixed media relief sculpture in cradled panel.

 

 

June Redux 2014 – FIN

In June 2014 this was the final submission of my ‘The 100’ series that I began in 2012 in celebration of my 100th post on WP.

Over a two-year span I posted 100 Text and Art artworks, this creative form being at the heart of my blog.

My intention was to present 100 pieces of text based art from historical and contemporary artists, from my ex students and from my own hand.

With this post it was done

fin_2_3_2

completed, concluded, fulfilled,

finished and finalized.

 

Remember the endings of those romantic,

enigmatic, exotic and erotic

French movies?

~FIN~

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Time to put on hats and coats,

shuffle through popcorn detritus and cola cans,

leave the cosy sentiments of make-believe,

the warmth of shared fantasies and holding hands,

the smells of perfume, upholstery and sweat,

and stumble through swinging doors

into the glare and noises of the street,

stunned for a moment, floating between

two worlds,

 uncertain which is real.

 

fin_2

 

art and poem by clinock