Since the word ‘wordless’ is itself a word, the only way to describe Silence is with something other than words. You may use all the words you wish to describe the description, though.
Or you may conclude that it would be best not to.
Here are three sketches I did today. The top one seems to include someone who looks like a friend of mine, and I have sent him a text asking if it’s just my imagination, but have not heard back. The other two are typical castings-about for concepts to flesh out. Note that the middle image includes someone who is about to cast with a rod and reel. If I’d put a red dot on the figure’s forehead, and a cast on one of the arms, and a cast in one of the eyes, the weather forecast would be Overcast(e), because my cast would then include a member of a caste in India, arm in a cast, cast in an eye, casting a fishing line, fantasy sequence not furnished by Carlos Castaneda. Perhaps the tackle box includes a set of castanets.
Perhaps I’ll shut up before someone casts aspersions on my mental state. Aloha, Friends!!
…their ships with great sails
sliced through the air and water
to greet a new dawn…
Start. WAKE UP one moan in. Have a MIND do do some SIN. WUTMwaMtdsS. And then SWEAR this time be diffnt–ywohn DO that bad thing agin. Finish.
Ocelot Dreams
On the plain & off the grid
Creep & pounce or reconsider
Endgames of the vole & grebe
Indefensible arriba
On the go big cats will scram
Theory blesses–practice damns
L’envoi
Bullies preen & boss a lot
Till they meet an Ocelot.
Done Thursday, August 15, 2019. Wite Conté crayon on black paper. 9″ x 12″.
“How you doon?”
“Good. –And/or Awful.”
So began this Triple Acrostic.
good &or offl
guardrails, s&y beaches, woo
oslo, fl&ers, bern aloof
ontologic bl& reproof
duck or goose? fORget it, fool
mallet • palate
mordioux no a&p • and some “leaders” copped a plea • let us face it we’re in hell • left bereft no wares to sell • a euphemistic take’s a trait • that fair ignores the teeth that grate
About the open-mouthed fellow on the right: about forty years ago there was an album by King Crimson called IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING, and though I haven’t seen the album in many years, I would bet that my drawing is at least a secong cousin to the fellow on that cover.
I have been advised by several of my friends that my facial hair imparts a sinister quality to my face. Consequently I shave every workday, and often on my days off. But I envy people for whom facial hair is a good enhancement.
Razor Sharp
Rumpled, stilled skin–let it pass
A clear-cut Face is full of flash
ZAP goes the Beard Burn; time 4 mash–a
Once-a-Lifetime thunderclap, or
RIGHT that Wrong–should be a snap
Note that there is a seeming irony in that this image/poem/page is not “razor sharp” at all. It is crude and slapdash. It could be that my creativity “razor blade” needs sharpening, or changing.
But no apologies nor apologia, Friends. I won’t lay the “I meant to do it that way” line on you, because I didn’t; it just came out that way. Time will tell if it’s worthy of doing a remake, with photorealistic illustration and crisp calligraphy. Intuition says it would have to wait in line behind hundreds of other images I wish I’d done more finessedly.
This Sunday morning, August 11, 2019, I am the houseguest of my aunt Diane Norrbom and her roommate Priscilla. Another resident is their cockatiel Bunny.
Bunny and I have been whistle-talking to each other through the cage bars. Sometimes Bunny likes what I say and comes closer. Other times Bunny scuttles away, using talons and beak to grapple along the inside of the cage the way Tom Cruise geckoed on the outside glass of that Dubai skyscraper in one of the MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE movies.
And once Bunny responded to my whistle with his plumage rising and falling like a bellows, or gills, then unloaded some digestive endproduct onto the newspaper below. Translation: STFU. So I stopped whistling and started drawing.
cockatiel
crank your plumage mon petit
own your cage of staid ennui
cackle grandly make a sale
knowing that you cannot fail
ironic peacock: nbc
meticulosæ: whis king tea
perhaps the journey warms the feet
lest you conclude it is complete
i warn you: zee is also zed
One with Clay, Image and Text 