#2 Back 2 the StudiO
REDUCE, reduce
the future, give it away
it felt good, that sun,
faint but warm
in the mountains way out there
leading from a yellow sun
the red diamonded
red sun and bird
17.
quest of sun in their eyes
comic somehow
and sublime
and a new idea
arising
all of the paintings
taking place, the ordering
then, black cycle
nothing right-- no one truth it seemed
except it ALL
together spinning!
fiction we revolved
and -- he wrote, “making
all these drawings with his pen,”
each day
into next day same day
into year
same year
all spinning around'
going nowhere
and somewhere
eternally different
in motion and the same
sun comes up, sun
goes down,
was his first thought
with star
spinning around
the painting is not a window
it is an idea
First Idea into the color
of the day, the sun
the hero of DAY, the idea-- of JANGLING
DIAMONDED BEAUTY!
there! He said it-- out loud!
23.
others could hear,
OH HEAR!, it darts and stings
It’s this sensibility, this nature thing
he said it was all a camouflaged
religion of sorts
order it all from there
ordering from there--
red and yellow stripes
he’d been all over the place
had a dream
a shield and its dreamer
this black landscape
all the possibilities, weaving
between them, the light
the BLUE remembered hills,
into leaves
wind
blurr, wind, mind, muse
how to reconcile ROAD MOVIE with
ALL ONE
ALL one, FALLING
PROBABLY,
the RECONCILING DIFFERENCE
keeping on,
can’t help, SPRING ARRIVING
24.
IN THE COTTON WOODS
LONG REDDISH BUDS
A TANAGER ON THE BIRD BATH
a Towhee scratching
and Black-headed Grosbeak
the Hummingbirds are back
the sun, blinds
bring this forward
there-- to the surface
32.
The reason to paint—Hero!
Ha! painting dead! Again!
Myth in the dreaming, of
The Modern, the
Romantic!
Good idea!
the dreams behind Utopian,
all together, At Once!
Idealism-- lost Irony
Ideas, figure of, all shit now,
dragging him down, now
yes, the h-e-r-o? dragging--
scratching
that surface, as the figure
itself, this year's leaf
Painting began to fail,
it lost the sense of a truth--
The images, just that
one after another
Lost the struggle to mean,
accepting fate, dies, waking up,
or just faking it
Yes! fake painting! he meant--
34.
no critical path,
the woods thick with Redcoats
of course nothing else is happening
the video
behind the curtains
and photography, in all those frames
is just as
empty--
as something else
no one there--
all resenting this and that
he tried to figure--
So much wasted time, he searched
for a way back
out there, that--
dirty word, Earth, World
starting over
35.
AGAIN, after the end
clarify
all this repetition
to one
the poem within a poem
"I’m out by the ocean of my mind
but I'm in the desert--"
it’s the DISTANCE
out there, in the landscape
out here, this figure
what he found inside
he put forth
the abstraction of
maybe it wasn't just the thing itself--
those islands in the Susquehanna
bleeding through into lagoon
that tree
on the old Bonner farm he drew
one for Mrs. Stanton,
out by Kirby’s farm
looking down on Old Lewisberry
from his mother’s grave
STEPPING OFF-- THE BRIDGE!
HEADED WEST
all the places
he drew the map
over and over drew--
in his head
traced it out on the
newspaper’s weather map
another Long Island, Santa B—
somewhere, there must
39.
be--
the ocean gone
If he admitted it
he said, he was sad
Some one said he hadn’t shown
anyone his paintings
for years
he would keep on
looking like something
though-- here in the studio
a wall
repeating he became another,
a cartoon self somewhat
seeing himself in this balloon
this other-- in fallen--
what they called HERo
in his “as if--” world
made a mark on the wall
leaving the dyspeptic behind
40.
being there in the dark studio
the stars
the lack of surface--
then always still coming fore,
the he, the him
making,
over hatching, here
here
the will, underlying eternal
WILL--
Beauty, it lifted him a moment,
beyond, the desire
he saw it in a dream,
A lotus flower at the Botanical Gardens
truly amazing
his mind repeated like those
arms in a Buddha, art
or Hindi? moment
out of gear
he wasn’t painting--
the backache again
the tiny apartment
waking up stiff, bumping into stuff
a robot--
HIS ARMS OUTSTRETCHED WIDE
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