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A fuller title would be “icad xxxviii: pane full/sens less/onward & expert” but it’s panefull enough as it is.

No transcription for this one, Friends. It would create more confusion than resolution. The words are mostly there for their visual impact.

After I finished the inked work, I got the whim to take a pastel pencil to it and so there are hearts and a would-be creator thinking of yet another heart. Part of the glory of the Index Card A Day project is the testing-ground aspect: you tend to not worry about trying and failing, since they’re just cheap index cards, and so you follow your nose more fearlessly, and either succeed or learn something or (as in this case) semi-succeed AND learn something. I think I learned that it can work with a lot more practice.

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This complicated mess started out with a simple idea: let the poem and image demonstrate Complexity. It took about two hours to make. Along the journey issues of motif and loss of resolution due to smearing and overwriting came up. “Don’t worry,” Inner Voice assured, “It will all come out. And what doesn’t can be dismissed with yet another ‘It’s Complicated.'”

If you spent as much time looking at this thing as I spend making it, you will certainly see a determined-looking, perhaps nude young woman at left. you will probably see a cat. you may see two or three faces and/or necks and/or upper torsos. You will see the tip of a spear, and if you follow the spear shaft you will see someone wielding it and holding up a shield. But what I really hope you will see are two obvious rhythms and one subtler one. No matter how Complicated something is, a pattern may be discerned.

It’s Complicated

Invading realms marked Tricky Dick’s
Investment bankers Sic sic Sic
In f l i g h t s of impresario
Inventiveness sounds Gong & Om
Intending-harmers draw a map
Ingesting H A T R E D ‘ S plate of scrapple

Then R E A S O N faits her accompli
Threads denimmed Platinum très chic
Theatrics stemmed, the brouhaha
Thence T E A P O T S, D O M E S & apparat
The threnody will S W E L L then fade
Thus tying off a Celtic braid

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“Space is curved,” they tell us in school. Forgive a bad pun, but it’s hard to wrap your mind around that. Space is a shifty word. It’s the Final Frontier. It’s a place to do your thing, as in Art Space. It’s spooky woo-woo, as in Space Case.

Words don’t come anywhere near Reality, but they’re what we have to approximate it. The specific definition for the space that is curved is approximately “everything and all the nothing in between and beyond.” Really hard to get down to brass tacks, isn’t it?

But if we start simple, imagining a Universe with only two chrome spheres in it, fifty feet apart, motionless relative to each other, each with a mass of one kilogram, we can get a glimmer. They instantly cease being fifty feet apart. They move toward each other. As they get closer the attraction increases. Soon they make contact.

Add more objects and the Universe gets more interesting. The more massive an object, the more attractive it is. (Except for bachelors like me.)

Space Brace

Sustenance IS the J*O*B
Paparazzo IS a star
Andalucia and a pea
Craft a plotted story arc
Excellence is never free

There’s a lot more to say, especially to make the poem more comprehensible, but a) Mystery makes Life delightful b) I am on a bus and soon to get off. Two lines should strike a good balance. “Paparazxo” IS a star.” Paparazzo is Observer. If not for Observers, the Universe would not be self-aware, and would effectively cease to exist. “Andalucia and a pea/Craft a plotted story arc.” Though one is large, the other small, they still interact; they attract each other. That’s how it works, my friends.

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My faulty memory tells me the story of the Tower of Babel went like this: Once upon a time many people got together to construct a tower that would go all the way to Heaven. This cooperative effort went swimmingly until God took notice and was displeased. God foiled the effort by turning one language into many, amongst the workers; unable to communicate with each other, they quickly abandoned their efforts.

I just don’t think anything like the Tower of Babel story happened in real life. Construction workers the world over helped build New York City, and many of them never learned English nor any other language but their own. You don’t need much language to wield a hammer or install a window.  I would think the Babel crew would have been frustrated with the weird new situation but would have found comfort in continuing the construction, and meanwhile they would learn the languages of their friends.

But the story has a point: it is hard to unite people if they all have different agendas.

What I have done with this index card is confound simple English by subdividing words into phonetically similar, smaller words. The words (and one crucial phrase) I did this with, and their equivalents, top to bottom and left to right, are

Sacrilege (sack real edge)

Energetic (N urge eh tick)

Sacrosanct (sac rose ankh’d)

Due Process (dupe raw cess)

Malachi (Ma lack ai)

Underplay (un derp lei)

Invested (inn fest Ed)

Bivalve (buy valve)

On the surface this may seem an arbitrary thing to do. But before we hear words we hear syllables; then we unite them into words; then we unite the words with the next words spoken and synthesize meaning by processing all those syllables.

Consider the market names of such drugs as Wellbutrin, Celebrex, Alleve, Claratin. Not hard to see that the drug-makers want you to think that use of the drug will help you get Well, let you Celebrate being alive, with your symptoms Alleviated and your breathing more Clear. (In the case of Wellbutrin, the name proved disastrously wrong.) Why do the drug-makers make up these names? Because it works; people buy into it.

“Words are not magic,” said an English professor of mine, long ago. “They are but crude approximations of Reality.”

But Reality for individuals is whatever they Think it is.

 

My friend Suzy wrote on Facebook that she wanted Midsummer poems for her newsletter. Here is what I gave her.

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And here it what it says:

Marvel at the Solstice steam

It is wondrous in the scheme

Ice your plectrum for the flare

Dazzlin’ Sol’s most debonair

I was glad to to this for Suzy. She is a deeply spiritual and honorable person whose entire life has been a poetic journey, setting huge challenges for herself and meeting them. She both literally and figuratively walks the labyrinth.

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Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Stevie Nicks, “Landslide”

Landslides, Avalanches and Waterfalls all involve the force of Gravity on a massive amount–tons–of the elements. And so when we think of a metaphorical Landslide coming down on us, or a roaring Avalanche on our heels, or going over Niagara Falls in a barrel, some kind of catastrophe is occurring in our lives.

landslide avalanche waterfall

lo and beholden to physical law
and vladivostok’s affirmative da
need and attrition and forces won’t wait
do a delilah it loads up your plate
savonarola condemns from afar
lassie runs rescue safaris, arf arf
if in the chaos you dance cha cha cha
don’t be dismayed by a mishap–hell, all
ends and endeavors see breakage and sprawl

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I have never seen a certain acrobatic troupe in live performance. I hope to some day, but a ticket is above the pay grade of a practitioner of Shoestring Economics.

Nevertheless I admire the performers and wish them well; and this weird, chaotic, drawn-by-the-seat-of-my-pants sketcharama is my tip of the hat to them.

Positional Level

Poseurs I so wish you well,
OG, Opie, Ostler, belle,
Sergei, Davy, Nancy, Kev,
Ima, Erma, Anna, Neve,
Tesser, bevel, shame the Devil

Note: OG stands for Original Gangsta. Opie was a character played by award-winning director Ron Howard in The Andy Griffith Show. An ostler is someone employed to tend the horses of inn guests. “Tesser” is an action invented by Madeleine L’Engle in her Newbery-Award-winning novel A Wrinkle In Time; it means to travel through a fourth spacial direction, bypassing length, width and depth. “Shame the Devil” is part of that fine old adage “Do your work and shame the Devil.” These were all chosen to showcase diversity, realism-optional magic, and work ethic.

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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.