#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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