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My first Life Drawing class was in the Spring of 1973. My eighth or so was sometime in the early 2000s. Outside the classroom there were a few occasions, and today I found an unfinished drawing circa 2010. I believe the model was Valley-local legend Crystal Cruz. Shoplight lighting and a skeleton made for a good erotic/macabre ensemble.

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Bone Fire

Balderdash & one naïf
One in love with fluffy Fifi
Neither wishes to demur
Either’s ether’s too unsure

Fire & Bone

Flimsy limb & leg of lamb
IED goes off & Wham-O
Rip a tide & keep it keen
Enter Now & make the scene

This celebration of Charcoal in its various forms was done not in charcoal but in pencil. Without proper charcoal paper, charcoal, a real chamois, at least two kinds of eraser, and fixative, it is unwise to attempt a coherent charcoal drawing.

I here galorify Charcoal with three acrostic poems and one drawing of four Charcoal incarnations:

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Charcoal I

Carbon & gum arabic
Have a vine & dandy go
Add your dark and scarabic/A
Righteous DARK’ll Rock & Roll

Charcoal II

Could be it’s a stick with colic
Half a shadowed calico
Anti-talc or -tapioca
Rich rococo cocoa local

Charcoal III

Crackled screeches: cacophonic
Half a circle makes a halo
And a matador’s veronica
Robbing feedlots of a payroll

Here quadruple acrosticism is pushed to its limit. Nineteen words are arrayed in four lines that yield four more words. Each row summons an image; each acrostical column is illustrated by contrapuntal images. Talismans is to Arcana as Secretariat is to Racecar. The two middle acrostics are the bookends of those four words, and the first word in every row ends in the same letter of the acrostic column next to it, and the last phrase of each row begins with the same letter of the acrostical column to its immediate left. Why all these strictures? My guess is I do it for the same reason Henri Matisse painted a green stripe down the middle of the face of his portrait of Madame Matisse. We’re pushing on something, seeing if we can get away with it, and seeing if it matters.

Curiosity may be satisfied by doing an Internet search on “matisse green stripe.” Meanwhile, here’s mine:

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Some fine day I may push the envelope further with “spot/opts/pots/stop.” I’d be overjoyed if someone beat me to it, though. [rueful smile]

A movie called GONE GIRL featured a bar called “The Bar.” Mention was made of the name of the bar being “meta,” which means self-referential in a self-aware sort of way, sort of. Meta’s been around for a while, as witness this first verse to the theme of “It’s Garry Shandling’s Show”:

This is the theme to Garry’s Show,
The theme to Garry’s show.
Garry called me up and asked if I would right his theme song.
I’m almost halfway finished,
How do you like it so far,
How do you like the theme to Garry’s Show.

So this is a pencil sketch featuring an acrostic of “Pencil Sketch.” It features Imogene Coca, who as a player in Sid Caesar’s “Your Show of Shows” performed in many a sketch. Apologies to the memory of Ms. Coca for such a sketchy description of such an outstanding comedic mind. Apologies, too, for an indecent attempt at caricature without reference to a photo source. This time round I elected to fly by the seat of my mind’s-eye pants and draw without looking at anything except the page.

Here are the words to the acrostic. Each line describes a sketch to be found on the page. Near the lower right-hand corner is a sketch of a pencil, which illustrates the double acrostic in heavy meta.

Party hats seen through refractive glass
Elephant sniffs at a whiskey flask
Nightstick next to an alley’s grate
Cat all tie-dyed per the dyer’s trait
Imogene Coca as a bumbling narc
Lastly–a profile of a matriarch

My own take on Meta is that being self-referential has its place, but self-REVerential–not so much.

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Equilibrium-seeking is in our DNA, and also in the admonitions of those grade-school teachers who told us to Sit Up Straight. We don’t have an opposite of the word dizzy, do we? And, misogynites that we are, we never refer to a dizzy dude, although “he’s a half bubble off level” is some places’ parlance for “he’s crazy.”

So I came to Kilter today. I doodled some rounded-sided triangles, which seem to me to be benign, friendly, balanced shapes. But I played them off each other and cut holes in them to see if they would jangle. They still seem pleasant, if a bit spicy.

Keep upright
In balance
Lose teeter

Wanting simplicity, I wrote the acrostic with a minimum of words. I didn’t plan “planet;” it just popped out. Irony was introduced via the upside-down signature/date, and by tilting the sketchpad on the scanner. It’s fun, but is it Art? Tell me, please…

The term “sweat equity” is used to describe a homeowner’s labor applied to the improvement of the home owned. The hope is that all that elbow grease increases the home’s value.

Our bodies are the homes of our souls. When we go to the street or the gym or the trails and sweat up a storm, the hope is that all that racing heartrate and laboring lungs will increase the value of our dwellings of flesh.

My fitness has been up and down this year. My latest bloodwork indicates that my non-diabetic status is hanging by a thread, my “bad” cholesterol is rotten to the core, and my triglycerides are getting too big for their britches. Consequently I’m trying to be good again. So far I’ve gone to the gym every day in November. After today’s workout I took a phone-camera picture of my soaked T-Shirt, and combined it with text, tweaked it some in MS Paint, and here’s what I got:

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Friends, I’ve backslid before. I’m sure many of you have been there as well. Let’s keep our yo-yos up for good this time!

On December 17, 2012, “Poodle Noodle Doodle Strudel” became the 15th post on this blog. The stats say it’s been viewed far more often than the average post–perhaps the title intrigues people, or perhaps it invites repeated viewing. Who knows?

What is known is last night I was thinking of words that rhyme with “channel,” and when my garbage-can brain stumbled on “Dan’l” I knew it was time for a similar post to “”Poodle Noodle Doodle Strudel.” I give you “Channel Panel Dan’l Flannel.”

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Channel Panel Dan’l Flannel

Comedies have players with fedoras fit to doff
HAppenstances vary: “I can handle this” to Awful
Narrow straits aren’t passed without a charted course and plan
Napless kilts have patterns that DON’T disregard one’s clan
Enigmatic trailblazer’s life’s a villanelle
Let us with a rectangle REVEAL the tale we tell

Note that the drawings are the acrostic in counterclockwise order, and lines 3, 4, 5 and 6 directly or obliquely describe the drawings in their clockwise order. That’s just whim on a psychic gyroscope.

Last Friday was my last official day at the Village Gallery, though I’d taken my display down the day before, after my last scheduled shift. It was a tough decision to make, to leave. Just have too much going on right now to be able to sustain my space with fresh merchandise. I will miss the Gallery, I know, because I already do.

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Verde Valley boasts a space ideal for artful browsing
Varicolored works await delightful and arousing
It’s a pleasure forty-fold to stroll through this arena
Innovative form and function green as spirulina
Let’s behold batik as painting–speckling up a wall
Look nearby and wooden masks may sing a siren’s call
And percussionists may bang propane tanks if they dare
Gaze into kaleidoscopic-vistaed light and air
Everyone may look to heart’s content–you need not buy
Even so–such bargains! Guaranteed–give them a try