it was just one time
running from was running to
and the whole world changed
it was only once
twilight of an isolated
and then it was night
it was just one time
two beaten souls smudged by love
and separation
it was only once
but that’s all it took to fly
and the whole world changed
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art and haiku by Clinock.
art: mixed media on panel. 10 x 8 inch. 25 x 20 cm.
Sailing so close to your shore,
navigating by stars
that fell through dreams,
and burning arcs of light
that spanned the impossible.
When first this chart was drawn
I missed them completely,
the sharp rocks and shallows
between my battered boat
and distant orchestras of you.
Then it was a fair wind on the sea.
Mermaids danced for me as I set sail.
My canvas swelled like swans
and nothing choked my passage
to your anemone arms,
your oyster thighs.
Now,
within reach,
I am scuppered.
Throw a rope
or wade out among these salty teeth,
take my prow,
guide me home.
photograph and poem by clinock.
Deja vu = edited redux from 2013.
(OMG LOOK! he forgot
to remove the painters tape,
should we tell someone?)
they wear each other like hats, like masks,
like hair and hair nets,
like birds nests and spilled honey.
the empty green line waits
but words can’t be found.
the poet
holds
his
breath.
they are a circus unto themselves,
an orgy of coupling, a welding, a carnival,
partners in the great stumbling dance.
they wear each other
like music wears silence,
like the night wears the moon.
(meanwhile, other clues are given,
attention shifts from vagaries of language
to the eccentricities of the senses).
they wear each other like magicians wear clowns,
like gulls wear the wind,
like somehow nothing seems real
without the written
word.
this magic is called The Naming.
it is also known as
The Forgetting.
The Empty Green Line. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.
Painting and poem by clinock.
What can I say? I receive, something. A fragment. What I receive I try to express and make tangible with pigment, hand, brush and rag, dance and struggle, and then I send, out, here two dimensional and back lit, and there as objects hung on track lit walls. Viewed either way, by some, passed by most.
This is where the one becomes two, where the road forks, where there are now figures in a relationship, sharing the space that was before inhabited only by one.
All relationships reciprocate energy…I can’t even begin to navigate through the energies sent and received in this painting…
Sometimes it makes me laugh.
Sometimes I find it melodramatic, sometimes tragic.
It could be an opera!
Send and Receive. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel. Painting and text by clinock.
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