the complexities of silence

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It was a period of silent contemplation.

Away from previous distractions and illusions.

It was an adventure into other realities

and a questioning about things like this.

 

I return to things like this

and I’ve been thinking again

about creative process, how and

why do we do what we do?

 

Painter, song writer, potter,

dancer, musician, actor.

What is this mysterious energy

entertaining us all?

 

Enter this beyond I know

so very well, the back of my hands,

the inside of eyelids, thighs,

mapping you to my home.

 

And the very bones of me,

and the meat, absent of me,

and the soul of every move I make,

and the complexities of silence.

 

art and poetry by Clinock

 

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I had been thinking about underneath

the complexities of silence

and how much deeper it can go

before we are only the dance?

 

 

Art – The Complexities of Silence – 16 x 20 – Mixed media

 

One Time

one time 2

 

it was just one time

running from was running to

and the whole world changed

 

it was only once

twilight of an isolated

and then it was night

 

it was just one time

two beaten souls smudged by love

and separation

 

it was only once

but that’s all it took to fly

and the whole world changed

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art and haiku by Clinock.

art: mixed media on panel. 10 x 8 inch. 25 x 20 cm.

 

Mexico – Adios por ahora

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photo by Clinock

Mexico – Carnaval, (vamos juntos)

Parade people SMA

 

Kids SMA

 

wigs

 

Old boys SMA

Photos by Clinock

 

Mexico – Cinco de Mayo

dance of life 1

 

dance of life 6

 

 

dance of life 4

 

dance of life 2

 

dance of life 7

 

So many souls sacrificed for Mexico,

in Mexico,

May 5th. 1862,

Cinco de Mayo.

So many souls sacrificed

every minute, every day, every year,

in every nation,

at every beat of the drum,

at every beat of the heart

so many souls.

 

photographs and poem by Clinock

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

 

 

 

Spring – Resistance is Futile!

 

 

Version 2

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magnolia

“Dorothy was at the sideboard, breaking eggs and spilling them into a bowl. Just watching the oval things crack in her white fingers and spill forth with a golden plop created a series of small explosions inside me. My calves shuddered as she scrambled them with a fork and they turned yellow like her hair. She poured a bit of cream into the mixture and the silken smoothness of the descending cream had me reeling. I wanted to say, ‘Dorothy Parrish, I love you’, to take her in my arms, to lift the bowl of scrambled eggs above our heads and pour it over our bodies, to roll on the red tiles with her, smeared with the conquest of eggs, squirming and slithering in the yellow of love”.

from 1933 Was A Bad Year by John Fante

monday-haiku

crocus

mandala drawing and photography by clinock