Be Here Now

be here now_2

“The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”

from Edward Fitzgerald’s translation of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

acrylic ink drawing by clinock

‘The 100′ #80 – Dumpster Dichotomy

Dumpster Dichotomy

ask ancient question,

Is everything OK or not?

and Trickster appears

 

photo and haiku by clinock.

Thanks and credit to unknown dumpster artists.

‘The 100′ series was initiated by my 100th Post in April 2012. As text and images are the essence of my blog my intention is to present 100 pieces of textual art from historical and contemporary artists and from my own hand. To view the series to date click on ‘The 100’ in my Category Menu.

 

Dual

Duel

It’s a fast and frantic dance

around the corpus collosum

these days -

a crowded floor,

confused music,

stumbling movement,

crushed toes and egos.

Always has been this way

I guess and

always will?

Spinning yins and

gesticulating yangs

yelling and threatening.

Black versus white.

Frolic becomes fight,

man and woman,

ideologies,

church and state,

hate,

woman and woman,

man and man,

the loss of love,

war.

What if the gods lay down

and slept it off?

What if the waltz

was more fascinating

than the weapon?

What if a vast silence

descended

and everyone

took the day off

and listened

in quietude

to what one other person

wished to say?

The world continues

to turn gracefully.

It is only the animal

who-man who

is too clumsy

and deaf with self

to follow the music

of the spheres.

Get down

and boogie

the night

away –

it takes two

to -

and more.

And many more

equals

peace.

Poem and Acrylic painting on canvas. 20″ x 30″ by clinock.

The Waiting Room Drawings.6. Urban Heat

Waiting Room Drwg

The Waiting Room Drawings #6 – Urban Heat – solvent rubbing – by clinock.   June 04. 2013.

she comes and goes

in this room

lacerating space with light,

tears and laughter,

while I stand

in urban heat

between faces and windows

lost in the solitude of speed.

 

she comes and goes

through the waiting,

promising nothing

yet open to all,

while I stand

arms akimbo

within traffic jams

that do not speak to me.

 

she comes and goes

across my gaze

and vanishes in night,

engaged elsewhere

while I stand

with clown nose

hawking post cards

of women I have known.

 

she comes and goes

through this solitude

on undeviating wings.

“Follow me” she says

then disappears

into the room beyond

the waiting room

where I cannot follow.

 

Poem and artwork by clinock.

‘The 100′ #79 – “When Peace Is Insufficient…”

Jigsaw

A jigsaw from Japan – the image of ‘The Gleaners’ – a painting by Millet (1814-1875). The painting’s title relates so perfectly to the process involved in ‘gleaning’ the translated instructions:

glean  [gleen] 

verb (used with object)

1. to gather slowly and laboriously, bit by bit.

2. to gather (grain or the like) after the reapers or regular gatherers.

3. to learn, discover, or find out, usually little by little or slowly.

The translation of this puzzle, (below), is a puzzle in itself -  so surreal that I couldn’t resist a poem, (below below), another level of translation…

Jigsaw Translation

When Peace is insufficient

as discovered in translation,

please one, and confirm

the number of peace

in the very beginning.

It groups as parts

of a small class of parts

so note keeping enough

so not as to lose it.

Remember,

it becomes easy to unite

if it unites from the peace

of the outside frame.

This is important.

As for outside frame peace,

one place or two places

have flattened.

Please note

there are a lot

of mistakes.

Do not set forcibly

when there is loosening

or it is tight.

It assembles while dividing.

This also is important.

Each colour that looks like peace

paint, without irregularity

to bury the joint part,

under the surface,

with the sponge of the

attachment and crowd.

Please pay attention.

When peace is insufficient

please search for surroundings

well,

once now.

This is essential.

And sorry to trouble you,

to note the report

of correct peace.

After it sends back,

we will send the peace

at once.

If only it were that simple….

Found object and poem by clinock.

‘The 100′ series was initiated by my 100th Post in April 2012. As text and images are the essence of my blog my intention is to present 100 pieces of textual art from historical and contemporary artists and from my own hand. To view the series to date click on ‘The 100’ in my Category Menu.

 

‘The 100′ #78 – and now, a word from our sponsor…

Hostess

Mixed media collage by clinock

Window Interlude – caught in the act…

Mirror

mirrors

can be

windows

too

through which we catch ourselves

in the moment of seeing ourselves

in the act of meeting ourselves

catching the moment of

seeing ourselves

caught

in

the

act.

Poem and photo by clinock.