Sunday, January 12, 2014

#10, Back 2 the StudiO

#10  Back 2 the StudiO 





returning
THE StudiO
he was filling it up already

with paintings in his head
the LAST JUDGEMENT
on the WALL, stars,
in the stars
leaves and fragments

of sun, in autumn passing
the clouds over ocean, 
relentless ocean
he Would TELL them 
how to see in ANOTHER way 

37.
he was finishing the studio 
he guessed he was
growing up, NOW
ON HIS OWN 
FEEDING the stray dogs

moving the paintings out there
into that space
out there
in the stars, YES
it seemed ok and some 

adventure still in the truck
bouncing along like Picasso 
and the Minotaur
everything all rolled up
passing Fredrich Church on AHEAD

the museum wall seemed
"things were good"
Albert P Ryder, scumbling 
authenticityof an America, no one saw 
AN equal to his making

he'd been pretty positive
now that’s poetry
then he was off to Death Valley 
PollocK was out in the stars
gyrating, surveying the scene

38.
now that should have been good, 
RIGHT! he wished 
he could change that 
that, Institutionalized Nature
in the parking lot's heat--

he just so much wanted 
them to love--
out there painting, he was free
in the big bang creation 
the breathing in and breathing out





in those moments
ACHILLES
at the Wall up and over
sharp perspective

sharply drawn, BLACK and blood 
on HIS hands
colored in and striped
that mortality and anger 
a new line 

there, what he was talking about
drawn, straight from the hip
this new key board on HIS knees
listening to the chant in 
California in a dreamn' of 

the beginning, HE was Achilles 
in the tent disappointed, Hecktor
dragged through the camp that 9th time
"can I move--" HELL, WHAT 
DO YOU MEAN-- MOVE--”

42.
YES, why not 
a original relation?
RUIN that tradition
make it new
value that! NEW

something seen
that Freudian reduction 
to make it new--
whose in charge?
no questions, changing

into unknown
leaves, scrape--
sun, shines-- ahead
INTO indifferent blue
no home for this head

this universe of possibility 
this emptying out
a breath,
passing leaf, a breath in 
the reeds, breathing out

here again, right here
world passing through 
dipper down, turning round
cross hatch and over hatch
water from great height

43.
crashing in comet form
distance, arriving
repeating remembering
NOW-- gone again
over the falls

fallinNg
repeat and become
second thought
replaces
first thought

all remembered
repeated symbol like
Shiva arms repeating
in machine gun reality
opening flower

eternity now-- no maybe later
soon enough
emptyING now--
Orange SqUARE 
emblem of

is nothing
AND EVERYTHING
symbol height in abstract
sky around and through 





46.
ordered and decorated 
in intelligent 
patterning AND
seeing deeper patterns 
and deeper beyond

OH, HE liked this detached 
REALITY, this was exciting, NOW
HE DIDNT WANT TO STOP!
IT WAS straight from the head--
SOME imagination

attached to the stars 
the figures in the stars
the eye 
the arm in SIDEWAYS motion,
dreaming his name HE became

home now
a bit at odds
for this kind of thing
home
but DID want to survive

the old campaigns calling
the old battle horse
by now
he was just getting it now
unafraid

47.
tracing ghostly positive shapes
magic like
bringing this distance 
into presence now
magic like marching

twilight
the old Italian cities
the swallows tracing
this transparency
weaving

it was Gregory, 
singing-- how ridiculous
that rough
that gaudy design
that cloud in pants

darted and stung UPON
HOW DAZZLE-LING AND TREMENDOUS
that sun would kill, Me--





STILL IT just blew him away 
he forgot there was anything 
that authoritative
de Kooning-- he thought
"Pollock, Newman, I mean nothin' like Titian"

50.
HE THOUGHT
like he HAD invented it 
and he did, "I mean did you ever see those 
TINTORETTOS!
He was rolling up the paintings

He hoped they would make it
happy he had made them
they had some pedigree--
they were of the earth 
he loved

packing the truck, carting it away
WITH hired hands
art is what’s underneath 
that irony, 
thinking one sees

his life here 
at the crossing 
New Mexico border
scribbling life’ on dashboard
packed in the back 

through Virginia 
Tennessee and Oklahoma
into New Mexico 
he said to himself 
that he was doing the right thing





51.
the rolled up paintings
like dead bodies in the back
he thought of carrying them up the stairs
at 68 Jay Street
THaT different war

its like a heaven here maybe 
he was gone, 
gone and gone
arriving to these clouds 
Crystal sight

he'd remarked before-- always did
arriving 
to these clouds
to the new leaves-- oozing 
with sticking red 

goo, the birds migrate towards 
these perfected moments





53.
a line traveling through
bringing forward the ideas
the whole form and 
what is in between
BACK TO THE STUDIO,

O thinking place!
Of course then, 
the stars 
he said 
it both revealed and negated

this American grain
it was to see the earth
the necessary angel
not too far from
the flat footed HeRO

QuestinG, Her Majesty's Bounty
through still, Ahab thrusting-- forth
Red is not just reD
heightening to a red, red 
and loss?

eternal damnation
AND hell fire
earth—y, what’s behind
the idea is, drawing is THAT
painting in his sleep he tossed

54.
seemed
there's a big jump ahead
no one's made it
he'd have a running start
like he said

"more experienceD than the kids"
he just painted till it was dark—
dark, walking out to the lagoon 
he saw it all, this coming 
together from the beginning 

in the tent, through the leaves 
the sun arriving-- some Hero off! 
to the western trail and --
now to the beach, the sundown walk 
the garden-- he said

a last cycle, in the stars 
the moon coming up
the snake across the path
he was home in so many ways
there wasn't a house in sight





56.
the world going in different 
directions, floating free--
going the other way 
he'd gotten through-- 
drawing the paintings

on the F train, bringing
it all, into one
watching the Hassidic pray
drawing, drawing
seeing a beginning for his end

Re: presented, RE--MODERN
doing it all over again
made it up, IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT
the future perspective
Ha, it always will be so

“no man shall see the end--”
he just needed to paint, he thought
got all this stuff piled away
there, sticking out from underneath, some idea
a line, he saw 

a shape, some color, 

the stars, beyond

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