Monday, September 15, 2008

September 11, 2008


from All one, revolving, 2003


Beginning of the world!

That origin, far away
“and not the least didactic! ”
She said
You think me didactic?
A Duck?

That this empty world should not add up?
Covering, face in hands
To One,
Peeking out
Bombs falling

From HEAVENS
Flags Waving, waving
Suntanned boy waving
with blond crewcut..
John F. Kennedy.

I keep seeing
The airplane
One still can’t-- believe it
Banners flying, blue sky
Squirrels in the park, pigeons--

Comic antic, lovers dream
Blue sky down below
This empty flag
Flip, flag flip-- Silent
Absurd!
I have a dream

Embody the ideals
Inflating, blowing up
The Memorial of crashing building
Fleeing crowd
Horror
Reflected in eyes
Looking up!

Flaming birds, flaming birds
Tiresome to talk of how
We’ve purchased it--
Their feet are on fire
Falling,
No One Idea.

The sparrows--
The sun slants
Through the tall buildings
Men down in long alleys.
I’m out walking
the shards,

The blue hills
The silent wind
Purple tragedy, cloud drift
Red square fades to white
The wall,
A form equal to the listing of reality.

Lost
Black and white
Depth into present
Tragedy
We make Art,
Not to be able to

Represent--
We go on never able,
We just go on,
Something beautiful
An ordering of thought
Remembering--

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Hurricane in Nappeague, NY

from Road Movie 2000






yes, “I’m out here,”
but, I wanted to paint the sea--

the hurricane surf,
I wanted to make a painting
wedding Benton and Pollock
like the beach rose for Becky
a kind of intimacy,

Jackson, made a beach rose
painting, for a girl named Becky
it stuck in my mind with
the same touch of affection
and foreignness





the hurricanes roared through
they were fun, and the drama
they brought--we surfed
as much as we could,

sitting at the overlook, reading the paper
watching the swell, waiting
the waves would get too big
then weather turning round

there would be a moment,
PERFECT! rolling, curling tubes of--
and the wind-- flattens it all out
Wow! those waves were great,
you know that feeling?

a few beach roses left,
mostly the red orange hips
the orange day lilies are gone and
the trumpet vine to seed
out back the candle is
bleached, white