dredging desires daydreaming
irradiant impulses linger
sanctimonious desiderata
swap chanting for music
‘d seem slight’s sacrilege
diss’d grace
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Monthly Archives: May 2016
Cosmic Scheme
“Now here’s my plan,” says one celestial object to another. The other’s response is “??”
And, Friends, your response to this card may well be “??” as well. Mine would be. This is what I can tell you: I was committed to using oil pastels today; thought a ballpoint pen would help; began with the notion that “cosmic scheme” might mean not only The Way Things Play Out, but also The Insidious Plot of One Or More Celestial Objects; suddenly realized it was Sunday, and I had fifteen fewer minutes to play than I thought; got it done at breakneck speed, though badly, and missed the bus anyway because I’d left my bus pass and the cardholder containing it at the apartment.
It may be rationalizing nonsense, but I will argue that all that happened enabled this creation of mine, horribly flawed as it is, reflect its subject matter to near-perfection. The creation of our local Universe was a messy and chaotic thing indeed.
The words:
Create your particle accelerators
Out of nothing geodesic
Singularity splits-CRASH
Making TIME & SPACE a creche
In a place where orgasm
Consists of plasma and biome
klee as beau
Here concludes the mini-est of mini-series, a two-part on Paul Klee.
Kaiser’s soldier, bastard’s father–what a honeycomb
Lepidoptery in artwork gave his soul a home
Elegance on canvas–hey, let’s give the man his due
Eucharistic vision fair reveals his apercu
feet of klee
First, of all, for the benefit of English-speaking people like me, “Klee” is pronounced a lot like the English word “clay.” If you think it rhymes with Gee, as I did before I heard it pronounced correctly, you will miss yet another bad pun on this blog.
Klee looked at things differently, and, like me, struggled with color, almost resigning himself forever to being a draughtsman and not a painter. He persevered, though, and I intend to as well.
The skewy words from a feet-of-clay person:
Ferocious lions may be back/El
Nino might obstuct a jackal
Effulgent fountains mock a whale
Tsunmi Cliff Notes say No Sale.
Don’t worry if the words make little-to-no sense. The first time I looked at Klee’s stuff his approach made little-to-no sense to me.
Maria II (9th of a series)
This is the second Maria at Matt’s that I have portraitized, thus the “II.” This Maria is not only an energetic and enthusiastic Manager, but a hardcore runner as well. (Stay tuned for another runner, the trophy-winning Lucinda, later in this series.) Maria will run twelve miles in the morning, then come and do a ten-hour shift, performing multiple roles from bussing tables to adroitly dealing with “I want to talk to the manager” issues. She has done it all, including three Boston Marathons and numberless other footraces, and she has well earned my respect and loyalty.
Here’s Luke-ing at You, Kid
Today I get to recycle a pun I made way back when, in a blog post far, far away, wherein I had Humphrey Bogart morphing into Mark Hamill and saying “Here’s Luke-ing at you, Kid.” Here’s why: my co-worker Veronica expressed her gratitude for my gift of her portrait by giving me an oil-pastel set she’d bought, intending to use, but not much came of it. My gratitude for the gift of the set, which is EXACTLY what I need at this stage of my transitioning-to-color career, was expressed by the offer to do in oil pastel either a landscape or a still life or a portrait of anyone on Earth. She chose the portrait, and she sent me a photo of Luke, her super-smart pooch. So this morning I warmed up for the pastel portrait by doing this card:
Cho vs. Trump, September 2015
Margaret Cho presciently warned us that that punk Trump was Punking us.
Anybody want a roommate?
Seriously!
I haven’t decided whether to disclose the reasons I am leaving, or save them for a novel. Stay tuned!
square zero
“back to square one,” I sighed.
“try square zero,” she replied. “float above the board, and beyond the game.”
MaryBell (8th of a series)
MaryBell is quite petite for the Powerhouse she is. She can work a double-shift at the drop of a hat, and often does. Yet she is always cheerful, playful and lovable. I am proud to be her friend.
One with Clay, Image and Text 