May the Fourth Be With You

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Looking,

but not seeing

this leaping spring,

you are observed

in your surreal museum

by the world.

 

Incongruous anachronism,

guardian, warrior,

frozen in time,

stiffly stuffed

with unquestioning allegiance

to sunken empires.

 

Your Freudian

hat and gun stand to,

but not with,

attention,

while across the street

cherry blossoms bloom

and all the human tribes

sing for peace.

 

Hero on guard

for the forgotten,

May The Fourth Be With You.

 

 

Poem and photo by clinock. (I’m sorry, every year I can’t resist).

With thanks to unknown Vancouver street artist and taggers

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April Redux-2012-Eggs

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In 2012 I began a series called artratcafe CAFE. It was slow-food art with a dash of tasty humour, a pinch of the creative unusual and a seasoning of literature with a culinary twist. It was the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party every afternoon and Tom Waits on the wonky old bar piano every night.

I haven’t posted from artratcafe CAFE for a very long time. I’m thinking I might resurrect it, dust off the juke box, buy some new lumber-jack table cloths and refill all the candle holders with heavenly beeswax.

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This is a new series, revisiting posts from the pasts of each month. This April 2012 post was all about eggs and Easter:

“Because it’s almost Easter, eggs are on our mind and feature on our over easy-menu this week at artratcafe CAFE.

girl with eggs

Our fancy lightly turns to spring, sensual longing, fertility and well, yes, the sex life of plants, hens and rabbits.

The name ‘Easter’ derives from Eostre or Ostara, the Great Mother Goddess of the ancient Saxon people of Northern Europe. She was the fecundity of spring symbolized in carnal pleasure, pregnancy and birth. In pagan times an annual spring festival was held in her honour and continues to this day wearing a Christian mask. Ostara was a playful goddess whose reign over the earth began in the spring when the Sun King journeyed across the sky in his chariot, heralding the end of winter. Ostara descended to earth then, appearing as a beautiful maiden with a basket of bright and colourful eggs. Her magical companion was a rabbit who accompanied her as she brought new life to plants, flowers, and the earth by hiding her eggs in the fields.

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The egg serves as a representation of new life. It stands for the renewing power of nature and by extension the attraction between female and male that results in new life. And this shell lead us, scrambling, to the following eggstremely sensual eggstract from the book:

1933 Was A Bad Year by John Fante:

“Dorothy was at the sideboard, breaking eggs and spilling them into a bowl. Just watching the oval things crack in her white fingers and spill forth with a golden plop created a series of small explosions inside me. My calves shuddered as she scrambled them with a fork and they turned yellow like her hair. She poured a bit of cream into the mixture and the silken smoothness of the descending cream had me reeling. I wanted to say, ‘Dorothy Parrish, I love you’, to take her in my arms, to lift the bowl of scrambled eggs above our heads and pour it over our bodies, to roll on the red tiles with her, smeared with the conquest of eggs, squirming and slithering in the yellow of love”.

 smiley eggs

 

Image Credits from top in order:

Easter Eggs inspired by Lichtenstein – artclubblog21.

Ostara by Johannes Gehrts. 1884.

Victorian Woman with Eggs and Smiley Toast from Google Images. Origins unknown.

 

HAPPY mashup SPRING

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“Sitting quietly, doing nothing,

Spring comes,

grass grows,

by itself.”

Matsuo Bashō

Painting: Acrylic on found driftwood by clinock.

May The Fourth Be With You…again

May the Fourth

Looking, but not seeing

this leaping spring,

observed in surreal intensity

by the world

in your museum,

an incongruous anachronism

frozen in place and time,

stuffed stiff with allegiance

to moss covered empires,

your Freudian

hat and gun stand to,

but not with,

attention,

while across the street

cherry blossoms bloom

and all the human tribes

sing for peace.

Heroic statue, on guard

for the forgotten,

May The Fourth Be With You.

Redux from 2013.

Poem and photo by clinock.

Vancouver street art by unknown stencil artist and taggers, with thanks.

Happy Earth Day

Earth Day

up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it

you will(kissme)go

out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it

(kiss me)you will go

on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it

you will go(kiss me

down into your memory and
a memory and memory

i)kissme(will go)

/ e.e. cummings/

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Tree photo by Sam Clinock.

“Earth without art…” photo – unknown source.

‘The 100’ #70 – Spring comes…

Spring Comes. acrylic on driftwood. (Ptg # 45).

Sitting quietly

Doing nothing

Spring comes

Grass grows by itself

 

painting by clinock – acrylic on drift wood.

La Primavera

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La Primavera by Sandro Botticelli. 1482.

Today, March 20, here on the north west coast of Canada, is the first day of spring, or vernal equinox, as astronomers would have it —vernal meaning “of or pertaining to spring,” equinox meaning “equal night.” As the angle of the earth’s tilt toward the sun changes throughout the year, lengthening or shortening the days according to season, there are two times annually when day and night are essentially more-or-less equal in length: the spring and autumn equinox.  Which is all simply to say, in hope and love – HAPPY SPRING TO YOU ALL…..

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Vancouver spring – photo by clinock

N Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame baloonman
 
whistles far and wee
 
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
 
when the world is puddle-wonderful
 
the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
 
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
 
it’s
spring
and
the
 
goat-footed
 
baloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
by: e.e. cummings (1894-1962)