I fill the night with prophecies.
Do you hear her in my cry,
My nest is filled with tiny bones and skulls
and I will read your secret name in them
if you ask me for a song
and bring me sacrifice.
Art and Poem by Clinock.
Owl Song. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
Spirit bird child,
learning to fly,
will you dance a dance with me
across the sky?
The White Stool by Clinock. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
Lonely child you were,
is it too late to be your friend?
Selfish child you were,
always wanting what you could not have,
red ball, red stool.
I give them to you today.
Pretty child you were,
transformed into an old man now.
Is it too late to fold you into me
and love you for who we are
and who we were
and who we will be?
I confess I abandoned you,
I was out of my mind and
you were lost in the mazes of my heart.
I confess I believed
I could walk the years
Art and poem by clinock.
The Red Stool. 10″ x 8″ (25.4 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
Even as the center holds,
of mirrored identity,
shedding more than was known.
Enchanted by fragmentation
I’m reluctant to leave
this sweet and bitter place
where honeyed magics
wing through space,
and flesh, and dreams.
Waiting becomes me.
I paint the walls with lightning.
Fragmented by enchantment,
a cellular accommodation
reforms my reformation
in a dance of Buddha love,
an attitude of slow turning
across the wavering tiles,
where I shape and shape again
the slow dissolve
of the waiting room I was.
photo collage and poem by clinock
In case I disappear this is a map of my heart,
(should you care that is to seek my whereabouts)
a patched up job, repeatedly reassembled,
it beats to the rhythm of a thousand suns,
stronger than a life is long.
Please do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
Notice how the blue of fallen sky becomes a sea
where angels and mermaids dance in arcs of light.
I rest on these beaches when I lose myself,
cool my body in the waves and drift away.
This is the path back home.
This is the country where I find myself again.
Map of My Heart. 23 x 17″ (varies). Acrylic on torn and glued papers, by clinock
poem by clinock
edited redux 2014
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.