Demented Confessions 20 – The Hanged Man and The High Priestess in The Bardo

The Hanged Man and

 

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These were the cards I dealt

the night I fell again

into that Bardolic hole of wonders.

The third was the nightmare 9 of Swords,

The 9 of Skulls as I interpret here.

 

Like dead leaves chained

this angst was too absurdly histrionic;

The Hanged Man, a rush of blood to the head,

The Priestess awaits confession at the holy web

and the sleepless guilt of The 9 eats our dreams.

 

I am no stranger to these journeys.

The Bardo is not only for the dead

as Life is not only for the living.

More often now I seem to walk through mirrors

with one foot here and one foot there.

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Art and Poem by clinock

Art: 8″ x 17″ (20 x 43 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

Demented Confessions 19 – Touch

Touch

don’t touch

touch

transcendent / tantalizing

fingertips evoke

The Electricity / The Ecstasy

of skin

unfurling

a million cocoons

releasing

butterfly kisses

Yet To Be Confessed

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Art and poem by Clinock.

Touch, 8 x 8″ (20 x 20 cm), mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

 

 

Demented Confessions 18 – Caught

Caught 2

 

Fish, mouse, poet,

hooked and guillotined,

snagged and gridded and greened,

caught in the act,

enchanted.

 

From before the beginning

there was no possibility of escape.

I learned to love the pointy end,

confess with blood and colours on my tongue

and be still.

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Poem and art by clinock.

Caught. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 17 – Waiting For The Big One

Waiting for The Big One

For surfers it’s the ultimate wave,

the cosmic and final tsunami

THEBIGONE.

For me it’s the death squad,

the surfer skulls from hell,

the ultimate wave goodbye,

the call for last orders,

Time Gentlemen Please,

A final kick at the can.

Goodnight sweet prince.

There’s nothing bigger

in this waiting room.

do not go gentle

 

 

Let them come I say, I can take them all.

Let them try the drowning,

impalement on spiked boards

and evisceration by absurdity.

I’m too dry, too full of fire and too much in love

to be taken without a dance.

 

Bring it on you hairless, hapless harpies

swarming on sharpened feathers.

You can’t be serious.

I will laugh you into dust.

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Art and poem by Clinock.

Waiting For The Big One, 24 x 12 “, (61 x 30.5 cm.), mixed media in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

Demented Confessions Art Show

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If you’re in Vancouver during March 2018 you are invited to view Demented Confessions, in the flesh so to speak. There are paintings and poetry too.

please click below for details

Clinock Invite

Demented Confessions 16 – Wind Poem

Wind Poem

more a gentle summer breeze really

a mere puff of air

the sound of the letters of my disclosure

a marshmallow zephyr

melting on my tongue

 

but it’s her hand that touches me

a cat’s paw on my skin

a compass pointing to the silent passages

between the sound of each letter

of my disclosure

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Art and poem by Clinock

Wind Poem, 9 x 12 ” (22.86 x 30.48 cm.). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

Demented Confessions 15 – the Future

the future

 

the reaching is absolute

embedded in my skull

that button that screen

 

i don’t see the sun much

i decorate my whiteness

with dark and ancient dreams

 

i’m expected to confess

seven times a day

eight on nature nostalgia day

 

my favorites are the tree egg

and the animatronic moose

but i’m not allowed to touch

 

Poem and art by clinock.

the Future. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.