“Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together. But when I look ahead up the white road. There is always another one walking beside you.”  / T.S. Eliot. The Waste Land.

Three. 20×30 in. 50×76 cm. Acrylic on canvas. By Clinock.



It’s a fast and frantic dance

around the corpus collosum

these days –

a crowded floor,

confused music,

stumbling movement,

crushed toes and egos.

Always has been this way

I guess and

always will?

Spinning yins and

gesticulating yangs

yelling and threatening.

Black versus white.

Frolic becomes fight,

man and woman,


church and state,


woman and woman,

man and man,

the loss of love,


What if the gods lay down

and slept it off?

What if the waltz

was more fascinating

than the weapon?

What if a vast silence


and everyone

took the day off

and listened

in quietude

to what one other person

wished to say?

The world continues

to turn gracefully.

It is only the animal

who-man who

is too clumsy

and deaf with self

to follow the music

of the spheres.

Get down

and boogie

the night

away –

it takes two

to –

and more.

And many more



Poem and Acrylic painting on canvas. 20″ x 30″ by clinock.