Design is a finder after proportions, getting into technical with details and engaging with form
Quizzically, at depths of religious beauty - what purifies also terrorizes.
Suddenly I'd get lost, out at edges of righteousness and meaning, and would descend into petulance -
Quizzically, at depths of religious beauty - what purifies also terrorizes. P for Purity? Well that's a Monster Cookie - Clandestine monsters in heavens larder who with angels screaming, would hit a breach!
Poetry had let loose a monster whose mystery was self devouring. Perpetually gazed after grazed after emblazoning with bee twitchery…
Buzzing got so bad, came to point I had to teach myself how to find "lines" -
Which is what I do now ? use drawing to help define edges with specific purpose, as a matter of surface and in a community where search-for-beauty (pre)determines meaning —
Design is a finder after proportions, getting into technical with details and engaging with form, with planes and patterns — Composing patterns, and the application of color. To teach a color theory painting class means I paint too.
But rhyme is a crime of passion. Was riven to tread, flirt after its fallen and symmetries, scinter into blazes, traffic in ancient imp latent patterns, that gravity falls into.
Design became my bread winner. Poetry and the willingness to dally there, feverishly and attack the impotence where hacked and flowered, wears on, as an obligation to “the true,” the randy and the weary, a wrestling with self, of any worth.
Oh thats a question. Bob Dylan, Dylan Thomas, Delmore Schwartz all merged for me with Sylvia Plath, and William Burroughs. I stole ideas about switches off of Nick Cave. And try balance them off of Emily Dickinson’s, and the incursion of nonsense verse. I get invaded by nonsense verse and so I am perforced to deal with its schisms and tricks, its there where I let Joyce in to poe lease maneuvers. Verse structures, learned how to keep and loosen up w.r.t traditional “airs’ that curiously lace through it, from Shane MacGowan. Beckett and Shakespeare taught me how to twirl around a verb. I dont separate lyric from narrative, but conjoin them, I think.
I have to work very hard to get myself to lighten up the language. Its almost impossible. So I slip into nonsense searching for a way around, try to find/do these things called switches instead. Where the negative is doubled out... Bukowski does that. To create energy. Emily does it to, but she's not post modern, and doesnt live "at the end of the world." Whatever that means. Religion occurs inside the language, inside the development of English anguage, after Milton, translation of bible... Its a huge beauty part of its coming into being. And also a shimmering absence...