Mother Earth
Posted: March 16, 2013 Filed under: Galleries, Private Collections | Tags: Andy Curlowe, art, contemporary art, daniel alexander, earth body, landscape, modern poetry, mother earth, old as dirt, poetry, yolo Leave a commentI went to a Millennial poetry reading last night literally sitting on the train tracks. I peed in a bathroom lit only by a black light and watched the torn pieces of toilet paper scattered-squat on the floor, glowing bits of paper eyes. I heard poetry like this.
earth body
imagine trees growing out of your arm
people walking all over you
cars and trains polluting the air you breathe
octopuses spraying bad tasting ink in your mouth
nuclear bombs going off around your neck
oil rigs digging under your skin
kimono dragons fighting each other in your hand
polar bears swimming in your eyes
a dad dropping a plate of hotdogs on your knee
meteors from space hitting you in the head
the inside of your body molten hot
and you cant escape any of it
this is what is feels like to be mother earth
daniel alexander from slime dog you are my friend
And I remembered again that I am not young anymore. I am old as dirt.
Drive he said
Posted: December 13, 2012 Filed under: Galleries, Private Collections | Tags: art, car, contemporary art, darkness, driving, Francesco Clemente, life, modern poetry, poetry, Robert Creeley, what I learned in ModPo, why do I feel like this at Christmas? 2 CommentsRobert Creeley, “I Know a Man” from Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. Copyright © 1991
Watch the structure of this poem – how the words veer and weave. The poem itself feels like a car on the edge of control. Speeding between desperation and the need for some kind of personal efficacy against the unknown (or whatever you interpret as the “darkness”).
Clemente paints Creeley with one eye open, a wink and a nod perhaps to both his clear insight as a major modern poet and his characteristic humor in confronting life’s big hairy questions.
Enjoy both friends!