poemimage

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

Category: Digital collage

Night Falls

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.

We also the same

Contemplating the Fate of the Druids While Thinking of Something Else

Blue Night (when all is lost )

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.

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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)

When the Abstract Expressionists

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.

(unborn spirit)

Glide like an arrow into moonlight flickering the orioles’ ruffled wing

(orioles)

Orioles chanting obsidian prayers conceal the dragon’s stolen egg

(egg)

Narwhals enchant the solemn egg, vines slither into a moaning abyss

(abyss)

Zebras stampede the abyss pursuing drumbeats of a curvilinear root

(root)

Apricots wish upon the pulsing root beseeching Horsemen of the Apocalypse

(Horsemen of the Apocalypse)

Horsemen of the Apocalypse perfumed by oil rising within eyeball-shaped flesh wounds

(oil)

Oil drips into flames shimmering in copper saucers illumining infinity

(infinity)

Lemmings howl dragging the dark matter of infinity

(dark matter)

Dark matter radiates obediently, obsidian and translucently, imprisoning sunshine

(sunshine)

Glide upon footholds of dark matter buried within illumining sunshine, deliver your flickering unborn spirit

(unborn spirit)

Cubism, Juan Gris & Ancient Iran

Collage and Concept Steven McCabe

Something connected these two works spatially and visually in my imagination. Maybe at first the subtle earth tones. I must have made three dozen digital collages for the GIF. Used many.

Pottery Vessel in the Form of a Ram, Unknown artist, Western Iran, 1350-800 B.C., Ceramic Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Juan Gris, 1912, Still Life With Flowers, oil on canvas, 112.1 X 70.2 cm Museum of Modern Art

Mirror Mirrors