You paint your eyes with infinity
I am becoming a tree
The age difference visible for all to see.
Finite wood struggles in the human heart
Radiating rings enclose the wooden heart
Flowers of infinity bloom
Night falls as it must.
You paint your eyes with springtime at midnight beneath the radiating moon
Flowers of infinity bloom.
I aim for the centre of the human heart
For I am now a tree
For now I am a tree
The age difference visible for all to see.
Which way to the bread line? The mountain is a machine. The animals are leaving Rome. Tell the Pharaoh nothing (I must have been thinking about the current situation – whatever it is).
I accidentally created a B&W version of this GIF which doesn’t register the text (not enough contrast) so there are blank spaces which is ‘sort of’ interesting in terms of future considerations.
I saw a concealed camera. The building owner said, ‘Keep this to yourself. I can give you a better deal.’ They were trying to catch whoever pulled the fire alarms. I took a two-year lease on a bright, spacious studio. New owners took over. My lease expired. They showed me an abandoned studio containing a four-foot high plaster bust of John F. Kennedy. I wrote the artist a letter. His uncle took me to a basement apartment in Brampton. The artist had been living in his mother’s house. Dishes filled the drainer beside the sink. His thin leather coat hung, buttoned, on a wire hanger. Augustin Filipovic won the Mayor of Rome’s Award. His art embellished the cover of Canada’s Centennial Book. Augustin looked like a movie star, wearing a tuxedo & waltzing in the spotlight with a pretty girl in white.
from my book Meme-Noir (2019)
Eurydice made me a chutney & cucumber sandwich on white bread, minus the crust, for my drive to the art school. Somebody smashed the rental car window – I’d parked in the alley where the crack dealer operated, so I went to the emergency repair place. Sunlight on the shattered window bits danced like crystal chandeliers. I knew I should wait, until the glass was vacuumed & replaced, before eating the sandwich. But somehow the green chutney & white bread went perfectly with chandeliers. I pictured Eurydice making her entrance.
from my book Meme-Noir (2019)
When the Abstract Expressionists
went to the moon
and discovered
the Expressionists
had left an egg
rolling to a standstill
for them to discover.
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The egg comes from a painting of mine.
The bird imagery comes from digital experimentation.
The idea about the Abstract Expressionists
and Expressionists
and moon travel (involving an egg)
came in a humorous flash.
My father brought home FBI WANTED POSTERS his friend, the agent, gave him. I spread them out on the bed and frightened myself with aliases, previous crimes, and last known locations. What is white slavery? He has a bazooka? The square inked fingerprints looked like Neolithic patterns connected to the criminal’s inner mind. Photographs were specific yet vague. He could be at the music store, in line at the Frozen Dairy stand. If a car slowed down, surely one of the most wanted had followed me – possibly for hours.
from my book Meme-Noir (2019)
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