ARRESTED MOMENTS -pollock
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
in
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
flung
splattered
at random
spontaneity
in flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
of chance
inside to out
from the
unconscious
mind
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Categories:
counterpoints, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Weekend Recitation
POLLOCK
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
textures
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
rich & strange
in a mist
without precedent
flung
splattered
a random
spontaneity
of liquid flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
in rivers
of rain
off chance
inside to out
of the
unconscious
mind
...
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Categories:
counterpoints, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Wols With Eyes Closed
layered
washes
of the profound&zany
resonate
without
conscious control
the simple
delicate & elegant
woven tinted
raw
tropes
embellishments
etched
scratched
lyrical
gestural counterpoints
of
abstraction
interfolding
then
collapsing
seitgists
images
sans analysis
sans explanation
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Categories:
counterpoints, art, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
All-Or-Nothing Thinking
For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
I live, a victim of this ruthless riddle
that contradicts reply (and has me sinking!?).
This anarchy of mind that's got me drinking
is never gray, but too much or too little
like a deranged, mad instrument, a fiddle,
that counterpoints a melody without blinking.
Unlike my thinking, life's not black or white
but somewhere in the middle, where insane
poor souls escape manic, psychotic thoughts
like refugees from their depressive plight,
a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain
the swirling stream of mania's onslaughts.
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Categories:
counterpoints, life, mental illness, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Pollock Chances
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
textures
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
rich & strange
in a mist
without precedent
flung
splattered
a random
spontaneity
of liquid flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
in rivers
of rain
off chance
inside to out
of the
unconscious
mind
...
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Categories:
counterpoints, art, people,
Form: Ekphrasis
Forlorn At Heaven's Gate
their rocket
flight
of blood
ooze of human
dung
of streams of new
generations
emergent new skies
of threats
counterpoints
cata-combs -
the skulls
everywhere!
like the heralds
of the apocalypse
stars are no more
values are gone
with the winds
of disjointed
times!
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Categories:
counterpoints, depression,
Form: I do not know?
The Great Debater
I am the great debater, and the world my only stage
I prime my proper thoughts preparing for the lone spotlight
I revel in religious rants that rage across the page
while I oppose audacious offal torn from tongues I fight.
I am the great orator, on the altar I dictate
which paltry pandered profferings that I choose to destroy
with volumous vernacular aimed always at the state
the off'ring of opponent's offense crumbles like a toy.
I am the master of my words in argument sublime
with chilling winds of wisdom I send blizzards to the fore
my avalanche cascades as counterpoints are caked with rime
I am the great debater, and shall be forevermore.
Written in septanary meter.
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Categories:
counterpoints, imagination
Form: Rhyme