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Night Falls (when you least expect it) 1 & 2

Night Falls (when you least expect it) 2

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the flowers

In neon mystery the flowers explode.

In singularity the flowers explode.

I Found My Round Boat Hidden in the Rushes

Images tumble into each other like loaves of bread or stones or clouds.

Shrouded with fragrance and translucent vibrations, drawing birds near.

We reimagine memories splashing in the dark.

As the days shorten we create stories to explain reasons and purposes.

I borrowed some images from my ‘long blue painting’ to reconfigure in Photoshop.

My 2022 35′ X 5′ long blue painting (on a roll of Italian mid-weight paper) shown & described in a previous posting: https://poemimage.com/category/x-steven-mccabe-mostly-working-in-silence/

I photographed this work titled Druidica Blue: Deja Vu (Cave Art for the New Psyche) in sections on the floor. Below is the final section (of eleven).

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Eyes (& Orphee by Cocteau)

I have been approaching an idea I am still approaching

I circle the idea again and again

for some reason I made this comparison of eyes.

Eyes are truly the window to the soul

The soul is truly a window to the eyes

The window is truly eyes upon the soul.

I think of the glazier in Cocteau’s poetry-film Orphee wandering in the underworld.

I have the VHS tape rewound & worn, rewound & worn.

I may watch Orphee again one day. It reminds me of somebody.

My very own figure of death no longer mine.

In this comparison:

Burl Ives: Actor ~ musician ~ crouching fire-starter, lonely hero, feet of clay, masculine subject-object, middle name Ivanhoe, dancing round the Maypole, related to composer Charles Ives. In the heart is the first principle.

Mona Lisa: Mystery-school perception, the sun-drenched alchemical Renaissance, feminine subject-object, diagram the ancient golden number, echoing feet, touch linen ~ hazelnut paste, envision the Milky Way. In the heart is the first principle.

President: The conceptual zero imagined in three-dimensions, museums collapse beneath clouds funnelling stones, candy cigarettes, a camoflauged animal-skin eye-patch, mythological gods stir in vengeful coughing slumber. Envision the absent first principle.