Just – spring

rite-of-spring

in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far          and          wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s
spring
and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles
far
and
wee

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Poem: In Just– by e.e.cummings. 1920.

Painting: Rite of Spring, by clinock. 20″ x 30″. (51 x 76 cm). acrylic on paper.

 

birthday goat man

birthday

this sweet birthday folderol

it’s about time

and cycles and noticing

the breath of summer again

 

it’s about time

and something round and moist

passes into nameless futures

all ribbons, candles and laughter

 

and then my painted self

echoing my birthing,

a goat man, full of wild asking

and impossible desires

 

and here again it’s about time,

every year a revolution, a girding of the loins,

another chance to make it real,

another stepping out on the road to nowhere

 

 

Painting and poem by clinock.

Birthday Goat Man. 14 x 11″. acrylic on canvas.

for reasons unknown but time will tell

Qua

“…Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell…”

Painting: For Reasons Unknown by clinock. 14 x 11″. Acrylic on canvas.

Words: extract from Lucky’s speech, Waiting For Godot by Samuel Beckett.

Peyote Mask-thin ice

peyote-mask

 

 

Peyote Mask. 18×14″. Acrylic on panel. by clinock

Thanks to Yoko and YouTube video artist.

Deja vu – Ghosts, Joan of Arc

joan of arc

Seeking sanctuary from the burn

I enter her cold and holy dance,

and am unmasked, and frozen

between armors of snow

and tundric nakedness

as she avalanches

to a purer love.

 

She moves in fires I cannot enter

and consumes my sleep in flames.

She pours herself through me,

a radiant and smoldering lava

scorching a charcoal path

on which I ride

to her bright beauty.

 

There is seduction in her conflagration

that binds me with smoky tongues

and releases me in blinding light.

Her immaculate impossibility remains

and I am fused forever

to this sighing ghost

of ash and passion.

 

painting and poem by clinock.

Deja vu – edited redux from 2014.

 

fāz/the carnival is over

after the Carnival

warm and salty winds

caress bones and sad singing

of a dancing past

 

 

The Carnival is Over. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and haiku by clinock.

fāz/the Empty Green Line

empty green line

 

(OMG LOOK! he forgot

to remove the painters tape,

should we tell someone?)

 

they wear each other like hats, like masks,

like hair and hair nets,

like birds nests and spilled honey.

 

the empty green line waits

but words can’t be found.

the poet

holds

his

breath.

 

they are a circus unto themselves,

an orgy of coupling, a welding, a carnival,

partners in the great stumbling dance.

 

they wear each other

like music wears silence,

like the night wears the moon.

 

(meanwhile, other clues are given,

attention shifts from vagaries of language

to the eccentricities of the senses).

 

they wear each other like magicians wear clowns,

like gulls wear the wind,

like somehow nothing seems real

without the written

word.

this magic is called The Naming.

it is also known as

The Forgetting.

 

 

The Empty Green Line. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.