Jackson

June 10th, 2010 by Alan | No Comments | Filed in Clues, Reaching Out

Is it the monarch on the right
Or the fox on the bottom
Or all the guys thoughtfully
playing an invisible flute

Or is it me looking at
Your imagery.  Who is
The Guardian of the Secret?

Maybe I need to glance left
at Male and Female
Notice the blackboard
With math that will
Wait forever
To be summed
Like a Grecian urn
Described by Keats, or
Maybe I just need to
Pay more attention to
Those kites
If that’s what they are.

Inspired by several Jackson Pollock paintings that I saw displayed in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art while the 75th Anniversary exhibit was on display, June, 2010.
(http://www.sfmoma.org/exhibitions/401)

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Woman Without a Plant

June 10th, 2010 by Alan | No Comments | Filed in Clues, Poems In the Key of Life

Okay, Richard
The plant is still in my mind
Placed there by the
Subtraction of the palm
Maybe because
She’s surrounded by
Lush life
But has no friend
(for the moment)

That’s the beauty of
painting: One moment later
the light can change.

In fact it must.

I choose to believe
the blue splotches
the brown stigmata
will fade and
she will wander into
A world of warmth
And Bonazi when we
Meet the woman in profile
in full view

Inspired by several paintings that I saw displayed in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art while the 75th Anniversary exhibit was on display, June, 2010.
(http://www.sfmoma.org/exhibitions/401)

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If an Erased deKoonig is Art

June 10th, 2010 by Alan | No Comments | Filed in Clues, Poems In the Key of Life

Then so is poetry
Layered on top

(of Felix Gonzalex-Torres)

One could consider it
A different form of
gold beads.

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The Immortal Unicorns 2

February 21st, 2010 by Alan | No Comments | Filed in Clues, The End of All Times, Web Available

The Change is an interesting poem by Richelle L. Scott that coincides with some of my thoughts for the nature of unicorns.  You may also like the illustrations.

Brief quote:

. . . Through trees and flowers,
Among stones and stories,
Out from the blessed horn,
From flowing locks,
And tussled mane,
Stepped the unicorn.

No longer Immortal,
For caring too much,
And loving so hard,
The mortal pushed outward,
Becoming human again.

. . .

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February 10th, 2010 by Alan | Enter your password to view comments | Filed in Clues

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