Sunday, July 22, 2012

Mag#127 "Swirling Angst" in Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz "Chiccoreal" Kline

                                                       Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz Kline



EXPRESS YOURSELF

CAPTURE THE MOOD

THE MOMENT
TO
SPILL YOUR GUTS
PLEASE
ONTO
OPEN
FLASHES
OF
RAVEN BLACK
WITH
A
VERY WET
BRUSH
WETNESS
LEAKS
ALL OVER
UNCONTROLLABLY
SO
SLOPPY
IS LIFE
WHEN
IMMEDIATE
ART
AS
PAINT
ON
GESSO'D
MUSEUM
QUALITY
CANVAS
WAIT
WE'RE BACK IN '52
YOU MUST HAVE FELT
THIS "8" FORM
ONE TIME OR OTHER
CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTHE
WE
FORMS WERE BIRTHED
COME OUT
FROM
DEEP INSIDE YOU
EXPRESS
AN
ANGRY 8
CIRCLES ROUND
TURN
MORE RECTANGULAR
SOON
AN
OPENING
AT THE
BIRDHOUSE GALLERY
LOOK UP
5TH AVENUE
AS THE 60'S
SOON TO FOLLOW
FLOW
LOVE
BROUGHT FORTH KLINE
A
RETURN TO ROCKER COLOUR
MODERN
HOW STARK
LIFE
AND SEX IN
THE CITY
WITH THE
BIG APPLES
GLITTER
ART GROUPIES
WHEN NAKED FOOT
WALKS
BAREFOOT IN THE PARK
TO SEE SELF
DRUNK
I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE FEELING
THEN
AS
FOR
NOW
I
STILL
FEEL
IT
FOR
LITTLE
DID
FEEL IT
I FELT
I TOLD YOU THIS
FOR
NOW
I KNOW IT
YOU WERE SO COOL
IN THE STUDIO
WATCHING YOU
SOHO
ALSO
I
NOW
THEN
WHAT I KNOW NOW
WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
YOUR ART
YOU FELT IT
YES
I FEEL YOUR
STRUGGLE
WITH FORMS
PLAY BIG GESTALT GAMES
Rorschach
BUTTERFLIES
A DRAWN PAINTING
MORE THAN THIS
IT IS
BLACK AND WHITE
YOU FELT THIS
BACK IN 52
DRAWN BACK TO BLACK IN THICK
IMPATIENT 
PASTA
IMPASTO
LINES DRAWN
IN
THE SAND
MINIMAL
PAINTED
THE
ART
OF
SLOWLY EVOLVING
RAW
FORMS
BIRTHED
LIKE
CANVAS BABIES
IN
ANGRY
ABSTRACTION
AS
THESE
FORMS
REMAIN BURNT
BLURRED
RESIDUAL
IMAGES
BLOCKING OUT
OUR
MIND'S
RETINAL
IMAGES
ETCHED
OUR
DNA
PAINTED
OVER
ROUGH PATCHES
AS
FIERCE
STROKES
WEAKEN
ALL
STRENGTH
AND
RESOLVE
TO FIND
WHEN
FOUND
THE PAINTINGS
TALK FEELINGS
WHERE
WE
WERE
QUICKLY
DISPENSED
ONCE
BITTERNESS
A
PILL
FELT
BELOW
THE CONGA LINE
WITH
ELBOWS
WRISTS
AND
SHOULDERS
ASUNDER
WHO'S
KINESTHETICALLY
LITERATE
NOW
TO
RELEASE
THE
DANCE
ACROSS
THE
INTEGRITY
OF
SPACE
WHO MADE
YOU AN ARTIST
ANYWAY?
DID MAKE
AN
"8"
SWIRL
AS
PRIMEVAL
LIGHTENING
STRIKES
NAUTICAL
CANVAS
CAUTION
ARTIST'S
LIFE
FELT
FORM
HERE
SELLING
SHELLING OUT
VAST
AMOUNTS
OF LOVE
AND
ANCIENT
SAILS
ENIGMATIC
AUTOMATIC
ENERGY
THIS
SHAMAN
ARTIST
CHANNELLED
INSTEAD OF
CANCELLING
OR
OPTING OUT
OF
LIFE
HE LIVED IT
THROUGH HIS ART
BY
FRANZ
KLINE

"8"
http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/franz-kline/figure-eight-1952#supersized-artistPaintings-277505

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Mag#126 "The Keeper's Woman"

artwork by Jack Vettriano

"The Keeper's Woman" by Chiccoreal

Attentive prisioner
she awaits the limo's swift retreat
unknown surrender to the other
basks briefly in the dead wintery sun

she presents herself
a gift to him
wrapped up in Chanel on purpose
An impromptu Class Act she thinks he'll like

as not to turn an ankle
she heads downs the steep granite steps
of the stately brownstone
his money secured yesterday

her practiced composure
silhouetted and framed by the window
she will never appear too eager
holding back not one unfelt tear

she lingers vogue-like in the vestibule
fingers playing with his keys
watches as the doorman opens
awaits for the gray Manhattan day
to slowly fade away

Chiccoreal



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Saturday, July 14, 2012

Mag#125 "This Peace of Land"


1951 by Thomas Hart Benton

We reached the end of the day
Plowing the Chilmark Hay
It was Nineteen Fifty One
The Year I came undone

Setting sights past the horizon
no more lazy daze  soon He'd be risin'
tryin' hard to find this peace on this piece of land
Eternity's waits for no one; not even this man

Turn your weapons into plough shares
paint the world over; cover the tears
All the time we thought would go on forever
We turned around and found too soon was never

Chiccoreal

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Chilmark is a town located on Martha's Vineyard in Dukes County, Massachusetts, United States. The population was 843 at the 2000 census. The fishing village of Menemsha is located on the northern end of town along its border with the neighboring town of Aquinnah. In 2005 it was confirmed to have the highest average property value of any city or town in Massachusetts.

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Monday, July 2, 2012

Mag#124

                                                   Ophelia by Odilon Redon

 Ophelia Never More

you wretched, life
Ophelia! your flesh is laid waste
to blister under such abject poverty
your bleached strawberry blonde locks
left to mock the life you possessed
taken away
as life did this to you...made a watery grave; life laid these snares for you!
 Oh bitter pill, life...you made her body lay prostrate on the untouched shores of eternity
Ophelia...dear sweet one, listen to me;
so soon departed your soul from this life's untimely hold
you need to travel to where we will meet but life will not have it!
continue these swells, these gargling sounds of mocking
the mumering water so fondly I wish to hold you, lay my face in your fleece
dear Martry'd Ophelia! For Love you died, Not for this Life...I know!
that I may find you there will be my most ambitious goal!
Ophelia my promised wife, we will be wed on the otherside of tomorrow!
for only this life created these minnow that swim between your flesh
as life plays this cruel joke on us!

as only fish now tend to unite us, schools us as our mentor
as fish only know a short life, as we feel them swimming between us
caressing us, in electric energies of life, which is not known in your body now
but I feel the fish are you~touching me as I touch you
around her corpulent, semi-fetid once uncorruptible flesh
Life you test us, make us relent to resent the day we were born
how many blows does it take to extinguish the fire of my undying love
floating like a dead log on the river of life?

for none could now her persistence
her unrelinquished love for life
Sweet Ophelia, save yourself from these lies
from the trauma, the tragedy left to roost
on your fated yet always beautiful freckled skin
restore your soul to mine
as we walk swift-footed in the lands to come

blistering red crimson sun
you
scorched my love with your blistering bitterness
your every inch Ophelia is my saving grace
as now you now such a peaceful repose
your beauty remains untouched
as only the devil would leave you undone in the hellish sun
ah to remove these layers of fate back to the beginning of time
and start again the way it should have been all along
but was not to be

Oh, Ophelia!        
breached you lie upside down and hang like a floating angel
swaying with each breaking wave, following Nature's course
Yet I curse the daylight that does not awaken you
as it is for me to do this to you!
how do i breath life into you when you have already departed?

these haunting memories of how cruel life has been to you
as i recoil from these sickening breathless breeze that I feel
as i desire to smoother myself in your flotsam hair
we are to love to another; the words have been written
set in stone
Ophelia, you are my capstone!
Life, certainly, cannot undo this, we said our I do's
cling onto me, sweet, you are precious Ophelia
yet what a precarious life!
Your peachy skin now pockmarked by too cruel a life
Dear Ophelia, your joys were so few and far between
for such a beloved smile to melt my heart

I watched as your heart grew weak,
yet your soul remains ever-green to this Knight
no more broken covenants, promises unfufilled, or contracts reneged
low, nothing can now take away our unrequitted life dispite the odds of this respite
no one could hold a candle to you Ophelia, save your mourners that gather this eve

How can I reset the glow of such palor?
renew that in which you believed to be yours
Ophelia, your righteousness place in love's armour
wedded to this infinite bliss, your heart to mine; this love is unstoppable

Ophelia, my love you were;
         never to know me, to share this bed
         never to know our first born's full-bellied happy childbirth
         never to know this joy m'lady in waiting; wanting only love

          now the briny seaweed covers your lively locks
          takes liberty with your feminine form
          now only the silence of lapping waves can tell
          our love, a gift, to be this life
          a present from the angels above
       
          slowly the earth stops and leaves unresolved this unnatural calm
          unhinges the best of us a bequest, an unknown request of the unfathomable
          silent spring waters seeth with the deep
          encircling the tendril'd rivelets of our hearts' unravelling threads
          winding through the undulating rivers recorders playing the reeds dirge
         
         
dawn has left unfocused a fog that leaves only uncomforting peace
as the valet of violet morning mists descend and surround us
Ophelia Returns!
Golden goddess of my unsettling sunsets
i rub my eyes
who unearthed the soil of my heart
laid open, raw, and bleeding
soon, we will be reborn as Nature willing
Ophelia you no longer need to hear
these pleas from me
unwanted news of life's too many unnecessary sorrows
as this sad tale, truly a sorry story that no one wants, nor needs,
not even me should ever
bare repeating
for we no longer will allow our hearts to hear this refrain of our spoken pain

we will encourage only for our hearts to allow our senses
but I will continue to listen to the sounds of the distant waves
reminding me of the endless day when we will be together
Ophelia you are Never more but you are here
as you remain in my heart
and i will remain,in love with you
but in life, I am Never here

Chiccoreal

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