poemimage

Where text meets image. Where the visual intersects the literary.

Category: Digital art

30″ X 40″

Finished this last summer and spent the last two days ‘touching it up.’ More like completely reworking it. It’s part of a ‘blue-ish’ series called Welcome to The Ice Age.

I needed to do something tactile after an overwhelming slew of ‘conceptual’ stuff generated piles of paper (& text) over a month or more. And then the GIF experiments.

What’s strange about Photoshop is how it reveals something when you manipulate the image. Now I see a Druidic figure in the upper right  observing the central image in the painting.

It seems he was there all along. And horned no less. I didn’t notice. Cernunnos? Celtic shaman?

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wordless-into-the-night

   

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GIF Experiments:3 (My brother’s fish & my father’s funeral)

 

My brother cried, ‘Popeye is dead. Popeye is dead. He was inconsolable.’ His little google-eyed black fish perished overnight and floated in the bowl. At my father’s funeral the stress of the previous day’s open-casket visitation almost pushed my siblings and myself over the edge. We sat in a row along the pew, waiting for the minister to speak, our strange hushed laughter bubbling.

 

 

I appreciate the support given to me by the Canada Council for the Arts Digital Originals program in funding this GIF project based on text (with added images) from my most recent book Meme-Noir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GIF Experiments:2 (Eurydice and the Spoon)

 

Yesterday I posted two of my GIFS and a third appeared that I could not get rid of.

 

 

Not a ‘third’ out of the blue! No, it wasn’t a mystery GIF but one of the GIFS duplicated itself.

 

 

I suppose I could have ignored it but I couldn’t so I deleted the post. Later I saw comments (but maybe they were mystery comments).

 

 

I appreciate the support of the Canada Council for the Arts Digital Originals Program support for this project.

 

GIF Experiments

 

 The Canada Council For the Arts ‘Digital Originals’ grant program funded my project creating GIFS from text in my recent book Meme-Noir (with added imagery). I worked up a head of steam experimenting, creating maybe 30 + GIFS, and have now paused to deal with other pressing matters. The top GIF was created at a larger size than the lower one. As a non-techie I am finding the problem-solving like time-travel to ancient Byzantium. I think that means I hope for the best. Soon I will create an Instagram page, and other social media pages, to publicize this work. I find this medium fascinating.

 

 

 

 

mystery word

The poem about Minoa

wasn’t about Minoa only.

Another word.

A mystery word.

Not mother of Minoa,

 medicines of Minoa

or

magic of Minoa.

No.

Although

any of these

seem valid,

perfectly fine.

Yes.

I’ll stash them someplace.

For the event, in the event, of requiring

a possible, future

mystery word.

Wind

 

 

When the Situation Hits Reverse

When the situation hits reverse
When you sleep and the situation speaks in tongues
When you don’t have a seatbelt and you don’t have a car

Going backwards off a cliff is not such a bad plan.
You might start dancing and you might change hats
You might introduce yourself as somebody new


But you don’t have a car and you don’t want to steal
So you rise from the dead just to try it out.
And you’re not such a dunce – as you feel your way –
And you spin even more – and feel even more new.

I wrote this in a couple of minutes to the tune of Fates Right Hand by Rodney Crowell – sort of a country rap song from years ago. I always like personal transformation stories. Not that Fate’s Right Hand is a personal transformation story. But I guess the juxtaposition of these images signifies such a possibility.

 

JFK at Woodstock

Just before Jimi Hendrix played the Star Spangled Banner
A wave went through the crowd.
He’s here.

Sleeping girls with feet caked in mud stirred.
Boys asleep with long wet hair awoke.
He’s here.

Potheads spinning up looked down.
Potheads coming down looked up.
He’s here.

Country Joe and Buffalo Springfield and Melanie
saw something moving like a river & coming into view.
He’s here.

He spoke without using a mic.
Ask not what your country can remember for you.
Ask what you can remember for your country.
The crowd applauded and gave him a standing ovation.

‘Inauguration Day man,’ the guy next to me said.
I looked at him closely.

The pottery in the next to last image is of Cucuteni-Trypillian neolithic heritage. I thought it played off the idea of ‘pothead’ as well as being a vessel the motorcade passed through. The images superimposed over JFK in the third image are the Sri Yantra diagram and a detail from the Book of Kells representing JFK’s ancestry. JFK loved poetry and read for pleasure so these are perhaps fitting images of tactile and spiritual deep time.

I do not claim copyright on original images. I have created new, non-commercial artworks for the purpose of parody or commentary.