#1 Back 2 the StudiO
Part 1
1.
That VOYAGE belonging to
a Thought, high up
in the Bow,
through the Waves, bounding
Short-- shanks! He--
HO!
the something that happens,
some VisuaL-- FLAIR
down there, in and Amongst--
the romantic narrative,
spiraling up to Classic,
and Symbol, brought
forward to see--
that thing, he had in mind,
repeated
in spaces and-- spinning,
the weavings
a World, at ONcE!
what this Pirate was trying to say
Was, one-- conceived of
a whole-- didn’t YOU?
like beginning a trip,
one had thoughts of getting home--
marching Egyptian fate
Western dream and
Asian meander
dark propelling light
“go on, wandering--”
"all too human,"
was so far away
the great man, the great man--
creating figures,
out of himself
and in making our reality,
reality this figure
7.
in the sun
this man made of weather
creating some machine
to send everything
through, that self
12.
his ROAD MOVIE fell to profane
bottom--
The Heights, the heights!
ALL fists-- fade to black
Swoosh.
those clouds, leaves, waves
every moment, passing
something he wasn’t able to--
So it JUST got easier
to keep it to himself,
his studio boarded up, those
big bent nails,
made strange illusion
paintings stacked up
he was sad but had
become happy
once more, in those spaces
"a market out there" selling despair
he was, “HAPPY WITH NO ONE, out there,
ON MY ASS.”
yeah, he said, “I turned
my back,
maybe I wished I had not”
move
all those books again
the end of the natural world
had begun, the ground here
crumbling beneath his feet
AND THERE IS
NO CHICKEN LITTLE
SCREAMING, just jerks
in big armored cars,
nature had been the
subject for 50,000 years
he painted the chair
a particular grey,
and moving it into the light
that shaft that fell
between the buildings
large shape after another, one falling
a fragment of video,
who are all those
people sitting in dark rooms
the buildings keep blowing up
people flew-- on fire!
Ah! out there on the road!
A refreshment in Nature,
he sheepishly told his friend,
not wanting to feel backwards,
taking another look--
he tried painting on the side of the road
he was moving from here to there
he kept moving the Paintings
now What?
he had this idea about a metal Barn?
It was just all pieces
of a grand vision
all broken, it was falling
it was a dark vision
a bad time
no Arthur?
they read Blood Meridian
he moved out west
lost, distant
15.
the inevitable fall back
into dream
the heights abstracted, distance
he fell into October
evening passed to dark
interminable stars
out there
that depth dreaming creation
the nothingness of
the everything returning
he recieved news of his friend's death
he seemed to get off easy
always pushing to the edge
an old man, he’d been out
painting a 14 foot huge painting
of his whole life
he just fell over at lunch,
into his plate, of desert
death brought a change
something changed
when he died
but something was freed up
he kept saying
he wanted to make it out of his head!
he needed to get to
