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David Knorr is the star of the solo show “Biomorphic Conversation,” now on display at Five15Arts, in the Roosevelt Arts District in the heart of Phoenix, Arizona. Also on display with his stately and/or whimsical and/or gravity-defying sculptural works is the years of hard and focused work he has put into ceramic sculpting, an endeavor that involves a great deal of failures due to firing mishaps or glaze misbehavior or transport mishandling. The more than a dozen sizable works in the show have a flawlessness to them that belies these pitfalls of the medium.

One sculptural element that occurs in more than one piece is an array of I-beam shapes, small-scale girders in a short stack, curved possibly by the melting that occurs during firing. The curvature is a perfect example of the biomorphosis implied in the show’s title. The little girders are unsuitable for buildings but perfectly suited as support for a living, flexing thing. And the way that they stick out reminded me of the game Jenga, which involves pulling out miniature 4x4s from a tall stack of sucb without making the stack topple. This gave me the phrase “Agenda Jenga,” a happy accident that fit perfectly with the acrostic I was constructing. And the rest of the line, “fancy plain,” was another happy-accident perfect fit, which gave me a new oxymoron (I just love oxymorons!) In this case “fancy” means the same as it does in the phrase “flight of fancy.”

I hope Mr. Knorr will forgive my less-than-masterful portraiture. I’ve put his eyes too close together, and narrowed his broad, friendly face. But I think the expression works: an open, honest, convivial countenance, exuding well-earned confidence.

Distribute I-Beam-esques. OK.

Agenda Jenga, fancy plain.

Vorpal limblets two by two

Inch their way through Whimsy Moor

Demonstrating what whim’s for.

Note: “Vorpal” is a word invented by Lewis Carroll for his “Jabberwocky.” In the 70s the Vorpal Gallery mass-printed certain of M. C. Escher’s works. I and that gallery borrow Carroll’s magic.

 

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To square a number you multiply it by itself. Is there such a thing as a square meal? “Circle gets the square” was often said on Hollywood Squares, but not in Hollywood circles.

This image, acrostic and post deal with the incredible glory and inadequacy of Language.

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This image will probably make more sense if you have “Love Shack” by the B-52s playing in the background as you view it. Or “Rock Lobster.” The image is a tribute of sorts to the anarchic energy and sensibility that that band brought to their music.

LOVE GEEK

Lord love a duck & golly G

Oviparous we are with gleE

Velveeta Fireball Daisy MaE

EureKa with a capital K

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My Facebook friend Sandra thinks she is in, or has been in, or is headed for, Facebook Jail due to a complaint from a Trump supporter with whom she is having issues. I have never been to Facebook Jail myself, but I take it it is similar to a player being sent to the penalty box in the sport of Hockey, and that a Jailed person is temporarily blocked from commenting on one, some or all Facebook posts.

The first reaction I had on this news, Acrosticist that I am, is realization that Facebook is eight letters long, and Jail is four. Regard the image above and It’s easy to see why “Facebook Jail” makes a candidate for one of my unconventional acrostic. Not an ideal one, though. Words ending with J are few and far between unless you go phonetic (“hoj-poj”) or use initials (“DJ” or Baywatch’s “CJ”). The alternative is to go Midwestern, which I did.

 

Here are the words, arranged prosishly because I lack my laptop right now and haven’t figured out how to make single-line breaks on this Samsung phone.

For pilgrims on a Hajj a cell is not a Taj. Called out and psychic enema – exfoliant – anathema. Banned like Matisse, Henri. Oublietted with ennui. O innocents made criminal know punishments subliminal.

Hang in there, Sandra! Hope you get sprung soon!

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crystal shaped

consider Fate as jigsaw pieces
rattling in a box. enmesh
your handful of pieces so a
satisfying array pops up
then realize it’s wrong–a trap
and that arrangement cannot be
lest cosmic law be violated

 

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There’s a book, a classic of science fiction, called MORE THAN HUMAN. The main characters are incomplete as individuals but have a way to do a thing called “bleshing,” which is a mashup of blending and meshing. One of the characters is known as Lone.

There’s a principle of biomechanics indicating a strong correlation between low body fat and success in marathons. Marathoner Hal Higdon had a total body fat around 9%. He also had an incredibly low resting heart rate–somewhere around 29 beats per minute.  I am tooth-grindingly envious of such gifted people.

Rumor has it that a creature unlike any other dwells in Loch Ness.

Lone Lean Ness

Lifetimes loom beyond our ken
One’s a bleak Tragedienne
Nother quakes as Endgame nears
EVERYMAN still perseveres

There are two main types of Loneliness. One tastes of Solitude and the other of Uniqueness.

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In Phoenix, Arizona, where I live, there is a light-rail conveyance that runs through town. Years before its construction I had a dream that there would be a train that ran through  town, a commuter train like big cities like Chicago had. “What a crazy dream,” I thought on awakening. But it happened.

I ride it often, and am often struck by how many different universes it contains due to its passengers. There are the realities of going to work, coming home from work, coming home from prison, going off to do something that may end a body up in the slammer, heavily pregnant woman and her man, jeering student, motorchaired sufferer, baseball fan, dog-toter. Lives wildly unalike, intersecting in a passenger car.

chance glance

circumstances changing
holographic will
archetypes estranging–a
nail melts in a kiln
cello flute & voice harmonic
enter old realms, Hypersonicke