Mexico – lo viejo y lo nuevo

Mexico – the old and the new

Mexico the new and the old

 

Mexico Old Woman

 

Mexico the old and the new 2

 

“What if the heart does not pale as the body wanes,

but is like the sun that blazes hotter each day

on these immense, perishing fields? What then?”

Poem by Jack Gilbert

Photographs by Clinock

Mexico – protegar esta casa

carved Mex face

 

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face Italy 4

 

face knocker

protect this house

and all who live

behind this door

from

the darkness of ignorance

from

 unkind words and thoughts and acts

from

complacency of mind and spirit

from

sad and vengeful ghosts

from

forgetting

love

 

photo and poem by clinock

 

Mexico – 35

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treinta y cinco,

the Eight of Wands, swift shadows

in the dancing light.

 

haiku and photo by clinock

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.

 ~~~~~~

 

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 18 – Caught

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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.

~~~~~~

 

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

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

Britannia detail

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