Saturday, June 24, 2017

China

by Billy Collins
from his collection entitled Ballistics

I am an ant inside a blue bowl
on the table of a cruel prince.

Battle plans are being discussed.
Much rice wine is poured.

But even when he angers
and drives a long knife into the table,

I continue to circle the bowl,
hand-painted with oranges and green vines.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Disks of Newton

Disks of Newton (Study for Fugue in Two Colors) by
Frantisek Kupka, 1912, oil on canvas, part of the
Philadelphia Museum of Art collection






"I can find something between sight and hearing and I can produce a fugue in colors as Bach has done in music."
- Frantisek Kupka

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Aunt Klara's Kale

by Donald Fry
More by Donald Fry can be found on his YouTube Channel


Kale solely cured Aunt Klara’s carbuncle,
she preached that other miracles ensued;
bunions quashed, a toothache soon cried “Uncle;”
halitosis quelled, cancerous polyps couped!

Her leafy gospel spread to neighbor’s yards,
A lush, verdant, zealousness, a teal-tossed mist.
Aphids, cutworms, root maggots, a swarming sward;
Friends and family pruned, she’s now the Logo, Kalerist.

Ash to ash, Kale to Kale, pale holey grail,
Grocery store sermons  to the contrite;
Two shopping bags replete with Kale, a veil,
To the ineluctable black and white.

A saffron beer truck sowed her in its wake,
a blue-green shroud, an ornamental lake.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Samurai Darth

Print on Linen, available at PadGround 





May the Fourth Be With You.
Happy Star Wars Day!

Monday, April 24, 2017

rain

by Charles Bukowski
from his collection entitled Mockingbird Wish Me Luck

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm, 
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening. the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening. there is something wrong with him,
isn't there?
he came to hear the 
music.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Senecio

Senecio by Paul Klee, 1922, oil on canvas







"One eye sees, the other feels."
 -Paul Klee

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Fake

M. Peters
from his collection entitled insomatica

The crackerjack prize
                for fake blank faced people
     in fake far away places

Who think up false stories
                              to fill their false lives

That keep buying fake things
and wasting fake time

Fucking fake whores
Electing fake minds
Taking fake items off fake useless lines

And there is not enough time
for our tiny earth
to keep putting astronauts into the 
fake universe