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Long ago an art professor, Scott by name, declaimed to his class, “When you are painting, it is better to make a BOLD LIE than a Timid Truth.” And there is a bit of Bold Truth to that, though this is not a mutually-exclusive, either/or world.

Long before Stephen King wrote UNDER THE DOME, John Brunner wrote STAND ON ZANZIBAR and briefly mentioned “Fuller domes.” And of course Buckminster Fuller, that exceedingly visionary eccentric, had the original notion.

Gloam & Dome

Gopher holes and fumaroles oft perforated the land

Practicing the underground with furrows Meath the sand

Obelisky business sparks imagination too

All the ancient myths in shadow beckon fleet and loom

Makes a zealot want to beat upon a kettled droome

The midnight deadline makes for Procrustean design decisions. This page suffers from ten-pounds-of-stuff-in-a-five-pound-bag syndrome. But I will work on it no more, except perhaps one day I’ll use it as the basis from a painting, minimum size 4 feet by 6 feet, so it might breathe.

embryonic relations

embattled loneliness is what we fear
mad circumstances–to be kind–austere
beset, unsettled, nettled, we set sail
receiving imput from both gal and fella
yen-tangled and amiss to cross a t
one fine day one-ll call you mon ami
now comes a kiss or clasp, behold and lo
in time a touch begets a welcome moan
creation’s more than crows and queens and drones

 

 

This was the toughest Finishline challenge so far. The image was OK but not great–it wasn’t conveying an Eon except vaguely. And the acrostic demanded 2/3 of unfinished sonnet to be done, to cleave to iambic parameter, and to make at least a little sense. And it was about 4:40PM, and I only had till midnight. And I was falling-asleep exhausted.

So I did a crazy thing. I looked at what I’d done, really gazed at it, and then I took a nap.

And in the nap I had a weird dream. My high school sweetheart, whom I haven’t seen nor spoken to this century, was offstage in the dream, but in some structure and creating something with chalk. Something expressive. And some of that chalk came my way and I began to practice with it–it was tricky stuff.

I woke up. Used the bathroom, washed my hands. And somehow, with little forethought whatsoever, I attacked the completion of the drawing like a house afire. It was like I was handed a ten-pound set of keys. Bright light with an infinity symbol in it somehow becomes Eon. The pig’s ear calls for attention. The letters beg for articulation. The poem’s meaning is cracked open by bookending the lines of species with an ending that throws a million years at OUR species. And here we are, 10:10 PM.

pig/pigeon/eon

profusive species of the universe
perform and propagate and turn a phrase
perhaps a porpoise has a calf to nurse
percussive pelicans may stop and gaze

perverse Corruption plays a 6-deck shoe
permuting variations of your foe
inadequacies get your poor goat too
ineffability guides Silence so

if searching Truth we get a merry chase
o it’s enough to vex Bartolomeo
in finding sadness we do wet our face
o it can be like Vincent’s brother Theo

give us a million years, and in the main
good future kinfolk MAY have cured our Pain

 

 

 

The good and the bad news about this one is that it was rushed. I spent the day caregiving for my mother, went home, took care of a few things, felt a wave of exhaustion, took a nap for longer than I intended–and when I woke up, the midnight deadline was staring me down, less than two hours away, and there was much to do. So this is “finished” but still quite raw, but there is energy in the rawness.

pluslessness

pathways are trammels and therefore contain
limits and curbsides to drive us insane
undercut circumstance tends to diminish us
slipped-in obscurity threatens to finish us

Back in the Spring of 1974, if memory serves, I had one semester of Class Piano at Glendale Community College. My recital piece was Bach’s Minuet in G. A few bars before the end my mind blanked and I froze. Almost instantly it cleared. When I resumed, it was on the beat, as if I’d inserted a rest to build up suspense. The relieved crowd applauded heartily.

Backlit Sonatas

Bonus Footage, mete Duress
Brahms and Bach, relieve our stress
Airs as light as toasted Eggo®
Aspirate our woes allegro
Cantos and concertos drawn
Catch the aspect of a Swan
Knowledged folk, from Quite to Nada
Keep–some can, and some cantata
Languid chords with which we’re blest
Let us f l o a t and pass the test
In a world of Pain and Mess, a
Taste of tunes may decompress

Usually when I select words of seven-letter length for the acrostic bookends it’s because I intend to write a sonnet. Sonnets are fourteen lines. I may well have intended to do so when I originally laid out this page, but when push came to crunch today I used the KISS principle. No matter what you’ve heard before, the civilized KISS stands for Keep It Simple, Sweetheart. This layered, necessarily-murky page needed, I felt, all the Simplicity it could get.

There are two awful puns in the poetry. You, dear Reader, are welcome to ignore them if you wish.

Here’s a page where there was no drawing at all with the original, which meant I needed to finish the drawing by starting it first. Had I followed through on the drawing way back when, I have a feeling there would have been a lot more bees and a bit less free-wheeling.

The poem is a sonnet in Shakespearean format. Four-letter words for the acrostic lend themselves well to the four stanzas. Using the same last letter for multiple lines makes rhyming a snap.

Free Bees

Fate makes a Queen–we kick her to the curb
FORCE breaks a bond–we fund a busy lab
For concentration leads us to disturb
Fair Lady Earth to render olive drab

Reality is cash gone through a grate
Revisionism offers souls to mete
Regard: a grumblestiltskin beast to sate
Remorselessness occurs and he’s replete

Evangelistas seem to think we’re dense
Extracting dollars feeds a vulgar taste
Exposés give detractors recompense
En-garde-ing us from love gifts sent in haste

Engage a pollinator and what Jells
Ensures a newbie Queen–and Life compels

Poor James Caan: I Don-Kinged his hair to enhance his bee-ness. 🙂

Here is a case where, way back when, I wanted.to be puzzling. So I set up an acrostic with words like Enigmatic and Mysteries and Conundrum. It had a strong foundation, but would prove to be difficult to finish.

Here are the words:

Enfield a seamless Maze of walls echoic

Now marvel at the yapoing–it’s a gecko

It has a Hapsburg jaw and it may reckon

Godheaded diptych structured as Sudoku

Myths unrevered yet they yet stir and beckon

Around the rinsed lemon if it’s fecund

The hint of Tintoretto is a wrecker

Its ichor I’ll secreted–shi go roku

Connivance tears to shreds the E-M spectrum

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My Handiwork is the hand I work. And sometimes some of the work goes down the drain, seemingly. Notice beneath the sketchbook there is an earlier version of today’s offering. I overworked that page, and the unforgiving medium of Ink marked my sins.

But, Friends, It’s been my experience over many years that second attempts at a drawing or painting are almost always superior to the first. So it is with this one.

hand i work

here’s your digits on a plow

arduous in keeping Tao

nor will mishaps oft occur

darting flashlights in the murk

An alternate third line is “nor will mishaps not occur.” If ever I am commissioned to do a third version of this page for a wealthy and discriminating collector of rarities, I will use the alternate third line. 🙂

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I have been seriously pursuing excellence in acrostic poetry for more than eleven years. The most excellent, the Holy Grail, of acrostic poetry is an array of words with a flawless meter and rhyme scheme, with something important to say, well said, in the content of the poetry, and with the acrostic words providing the ideally meaningful title of the poem.

This may seem like an odd pursuit to be throwing over a decade’s effort toward its furtherance. But if you want to be not merely a poet, nor even a Capital-P Poet, but the absolute best P*O*E*T it is in you to be, writing acrostic poetry makes sense. You are challenged to find words to fit the array, and the words you find may be new to you. They then become part of your arsenal. And it is even possible, as has happened today on my page, that you are compelled to bring into being words that did not yet exist. That may seem like cheating, but did you know that the name Wendy did not exist until J. M. Barrie, creator of Peter Pan, invented it?

Notice, though, how few words there are in the dual array above. How there are always three letters between acrostic elements. This is as minimal as I can possibly get with double and triple acrostic.  Let us unfold and enhance the array:

Photon Refractor

1: Photon

Prest/Helio/Onion

2: Refractor

Resurrect/Ecstatico/Felicitor

A photon is an infinitesimal thing that may or may not be visible light, depending on its frequency. PHO is something to eat. TON is a measure of heaviness. A photon has a rest mass of zero.

Prest? It’s a variant of Pressed, just as Blest is a variant of Blessed. Helio? Relates to the Sun, to mythology, and to the flower Heliotrope. Onion? It may remind people of getting to the truth, as a typical onion has many peelable layers.

A refractor is something that alters the path of a…particle? wave? Wavicle. REF is short for Referee. RAC is a versatile acronym. Here is a partial list, courtesy of The Free Dictionary:

RAC Recovery Audit Contractors (CMS, Medicare program)
RAC Religious Action Center
RAC Rent-A-Center
RAC Real Application Cluster
RAC Royal Automobile Club (UK)
RAC Railway Association of Canada
RAC Rural Assistance Center
RAC Royal Agricultural College (Cirencester, UK)
RAC Rent-A-Coder (freelancer matching service)
RAC Refrigeration and Air Conditioning
RAC Regional Advisory Council (Canada)
RAC Recombinant-DNA Advisory Committee
RAC Rotaract
RAC Research Advisory Committee
RAC Ratchet and Clank (gaming)
RAC Recent Average Credit (distributive computing)
RAC Royal Armoured Corps
RAC Room Air Conditioner
RAC Retirement Annuity Contract (UK)
RAC Reliability Analysis Center
RAC Rubber Association of Canada

It also may be pronounced “rack” which may be defined as an organizational substrate for an array of things. Above this paragraph is a RAC rack.

It is also “car” backwards.

As for Tor, it is “a hill or rocky peak” according to any number of sources. It is also a paperback book publisher specialing in the otherworldly.

Resurrection is coming back to life. Ecstatico is kind-of Spanglish for “being in a joyously energized place.” Felicitor has Happiness as its root and “one who brings about” as a suffix.

When you get this minimal, some of the heavy meaning-lift will be done by the reader. An analogous creation that comes to my mind is “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon,” a painting by Pablo Picasso. The first time I saw the painting I was repelled. It seemed ugly. Ugly colors, variably attentive anatomy, weird color and composition choices. But it has historical significance, and has been called “the first truly Cubist painting.” And the more you live with it visually, the more a word emerges from the mist: Extraordinary.