Tuesday, October 6, 2015

October 6


Church's painting:

http://www.wikiart.org/en/search/Iceberg/1#supersized-search-319482

18 comments:

  1. Lonely Sailor

    The maritime journey
    Travels the miles
    To a place
    Where wandering souls
    Go into the bluest of poles

    The lonely sailors journey
    With the hand of God
    And His Aspirations
    Allows the man
    Access into
    The unknown

    By faith he conquers
    The fear of death
    To return home
    From the dangers
    Of oceanic
    Doubt

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    1. Great man! This works for the painting and beyond!

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  2. Courier of a distant epoch
    Ancient and Serene
    Unplundered by human impact.
    Untroubled by iphones selfies


    Content to sing to the ocean
    To turn with rhythmic wave
    To laugh with passing porpoise
    To hide under thundercloud sky.

    Unthreatened by business tycoons
    Unharried by modern vice
    Solid rock anchor with
    Unitive centered being.

    If I were to trespass
    Would I be ignored, laughed at or lost
    Or would you just silently watch
    At my seafaring yellow slicker.

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    1. I love the conversation you're having here. Told completely from a modern POV!

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  3. Ice World

    Nothing grows here
    accept the size of the ice
    cold
    it's always cold

    The wind is stiff
    stealing my breath as it passes
    thief
    the wind is a thief

    Everything's made of water
    different levels of fluid
    motion
    the landscape is in motion

    The sky is clear
    a golden sun above
    warm
    it's the only thing that's warm

    Somehow there's life
    amidst a barren space
    thrive
    only the strongest will thrive

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    1. Love that! I love the way you set up repetition!

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  4. Church icebergs

    Connecticut depressed me so
    I made pictures of everything it wasn’t:
    The Andes for one, and then the icebergs —
    Remember how in Frankenstein the inventor
    Pursues the creature or is it the other way around?
    The monstrous son following the monstrous father?
    Anyway it takes place on icebergs that whole sorry ending
    To that strange story written at the outset of our modern
    Age. I suppose Shelley found England as depressing as
    Connecticut, which is why she travelled seeking mountain
    Peaks as escapes. Perhaps she discovered what I did -
    The stranger the picture your paint — the more it
    Resembles you, the more it tells you about your own life.
    That doesn’t stop me from telling lies with pictures though.
    It shouldn’t stop you either.

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    1. Fantastic poem my friend!! I love the direct address at the end.

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  5. thank you sir! loving this new set of prompts.

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  6. thank you sir! loving this new set of prompts.

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  7. Church icebergs

    Connecticut depressed me so
    I made pictures of everything it wasn’t:
    The Andes for one, and then the icebergs —
    Remember how in Frankenstein the inventor
    Pursues the creature or is it the other way around?
    The monstrous son following the monstrous father?
    Anyway it takes place on icebergs that whole sorry ending
    To that strange story written at the outset of our modern
    Age. I suppose Shelley found England as depressing as
    Connecticut, which is why she travelled seeking mountain
    Peaks as escapes. Perhaps she discovered what I did -
    The stranger the picture your paint — the more it
    Resembles you, the more it tells you about your own life.
    That doesn’t stop me from telling lies with pictures though.
    It shouldn’t stop you either.

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  8. Hi -- I see only the Obata mini-lecture here. wondering what happened to the one on Church.

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  9. well he was, and then he came back! which is interesting.

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  10. The Iceberg, Frederic Church
    -For H.P. Lovecraft, Aleister Crowley, and L. Ron Hubbard

    I can see Lovecraft
    dreaming of the darkness’
    demise— a finite ship
    crashing into the permanent,
    with so much of the ice
    still hidden
    beneath the water.

    I can see Crowley
    pinning over the majesty,
    raw power— how in better
    hands this cold island
    could be sculpted into a staircase,
    its top touching
    a new reality.

    I can see Hubbard
    not believing nature could ordain
    this, this is the work
    of transdimensional beings,
    remnants from Earth’s origins— another
    ghost to be exorcised.

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  11. The core of the iceburg is solid and ancient and the edges glow blue and irregular at once the proud immensity obscures the future and swallows its surroundings and the sky is polluted brown and the waves are indigo black only the wood that creaks is warm and movement lives inside a billowing wind and it is the middle of the day containing time for steering hands at the helm and what of that hollow construction is intention afloat hapless or with confidence and does it have the mind to measure and the eyes to see

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  12. Well Sought Chalice

    there are two vessels under
    weigh

    from two different makers the wooden
    hull three mast heat seeker
    of fortune and discovery faces the unwhole
    bust of ice
    berg hidden
    below the horizon crushing

    this painting into two unequal half fields and in the under-sea
    the ship’s hull faintly masks its roll as a yawing
    darker wedge
    delta’d into this abyss that rolls
    it, and above the horizon line, the light arrows into
    the water whirled
    the sky-plane the color of: the sail

    of the trod upon ice fortress and the bluing skin
    of both sailor and the struck wet land that heaves them
    of the shadow in the rifled snout of the long arms and the glint
    in the barbed
    harpoon and inside each of these two

    vessels
    there is a well sought chalice
    one of
    dissolution of the careless self worn unknown and seaward
    thrown
    the other chalice full of the accretion of other selves
    the collection of goods for consumption

    one lead by windlass and keel and hunger

    the other crossing
    by ice veined current and heedless to self navigation
    to be stripped if unaware of its own value

    and we some tide
    witness
    to ones hidden calving
    witness to the other’s


    disembark
    with our mind a claw of iron
    curled around a brush to repaint it
    attacking each canvas

    with the birthing blood our caul
    hot like the tailpipe of our work
    truck carving life
    into the eyes of that ice fortress

    our sails blown full
    just some passerby.

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  13. tiny ship towered
    over by small iceberg
    in little ocean

    insignificant planet
    speck of solar system

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