Public Corruption
During, prior and passed the handling of homeless surplus, and perhaps it requires the specifics of stating, only homeless surplus, there was no evaporation nor limitation to the law ordering the handling of the homeless installation of surplus housing money, earmarked only for the ability to acquire buildings for the homeless who are landlords in California worth 100's of millions of dollars in every city of California.
No penny may be touched by another in language or otherwise. There will be no lawful adjust of the penny in homeless surplus.
So, you think that it’s your fence, you think it belongs to you? You can paint it at your whim whatever colour you choose?
But who actually paid for the installation of the timber and concrete posts?
We don’t remember seeing you as the bill was settled with the hosts!
So you think that using rusty nails will stop the cats of the neighbourhood finding a way in? You sure underestimate the wileyness of the average feline who still leave a little ‘parcel’ on your bin!
The volume control disappears after the eighth of ninth gin! You don’t really see what all the neighbours see and hear the profanities of your drunken din!
So you can’t hold a conversation without the next street hearing every word? Do you think that sound travels slower the louder that it’s heard?
You show no respect for anyone living around your house. Don’t expect the doors to open because you’re frightened of a mouse. Don’t expect back breaking sympathy when two feet of snow sit at your door. You reflect your hate on everything when the third of fourth wine bottle has been poured.
INSTALLATION ART FORM
bits &
pieces
Does your TV have a timer?
Will it turn off automatic?
I miss the days of simple viewing and television static.
On switch
Off switch
No subscriptions and way less problematic.
Before never needing a broadband service ,
electric installation or a qualified mechanic
Thirty-nine minutes I've searched in a crazed and frenzied panic.
If you could see me now
How I am reacting...
you'd think I was about to board the sinking ship Titanic.
I've even looked in all the pockets, of everybody's jacket.
But how else am I supposed to watch my favorite drama?
And all of its dramatics
The only silver lining is my toddler's nursery rhymes
She asks for, so eagerly erratic
Ive not had to endure such noise or listen to its racket
Jan de Vliegher 'Treasury' *
a grande scale installation refectory
Tune perdendosi purple evening ebbs decipher
Out blotted skies swaddle boats’ cosy slumber
Burst fish femme fins, her brave roe survivors
Immense installation certifies cosmic number
Koi silk sway exhales eggs painless, float lazy
Overlapping orange spheres, sunshine daisies
Tadpole transforms, one prince among spume
Ad interim mermaid melody, in dusk dissolves
Injection unguent jelly, elusive musical neume
Lavender everlasting, ripe ova reptilian evolve
10th February
Mermaid Quite Contrary
Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.
Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.
Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.
Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.
half smile of caged concealment
Mona Lisa like, kindling desire
awash in pixelated illusion
your dark dreaming eyes preserving secrets
the glow of an image, layer by layer
my wish to un-knot the shifting shape form
with its unknown gravity
a stance
painfully inscrutable
till your voice, dusky, breathy
washes over me like smoke
reassuring in a kilowatt smile
telling me our lives unfinished
are an art installation
ongoing
knotty
that rarely fit effortlessly into the scheme of things
your repose
my white knuckle ride
An old dying king to name successor:
Likely, his first son, a feared oppressor;
Even, the speed of his new kompressor,
Quick prayers to God, The Intercessor,
His name for three full hours Mind Changer.
“Don’t let the king enthrone Long Ranger,
Who has been to us Happy Stranger:
A prince proud to be dog in a manger!
And should Long Ranger emerge the King
In his ears, Russia’s new bullets shall sing.
Courtiers and guards might round him form a ring
But sure he will be collecting the thing!
Robert Morris did persist
as a well known minimalist
Preconceptions will just melt
when viewing installation so heart ' felt'
Alexander Calder
on of a scuptor pa & painter mother
Deceptively simple & sans guile
were his installation so mobile
ATMOSPHERES
ambient
installation
in
communal cipherss
transitioned
then
transcended
appropriated
with symbolic
affectation
of
attitudes
characterised
by
circles
simple
&positive
yet
marginal
merging
with
modernity
when
flourishing&
profound
&all around
is
decline
of the
premodern
replacing
the
rational with
harmonious
hubris
of
circular time
in
mystical
views
so intertwined
with
the
contemporary
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Behold the coming of the infidel
with his tanks and brigades in battledress,
where once barbarians on horseback fell
new destroyers hide new sin unconfessed.
Now Serb boots march where invaders have trod
on Muslim Srebrenica in blood thirst,
but where, O tell, is their merciful God
when the lords of genocide do their worst?
Will mortar shells discern installation
from infant flesh in the stone cobbled street?
Might enemy siege end in salvation
where ancient homeland and battlefield meet?
Or will more die in the cold snow and mud
when raised are partisan flags stained in blood?
Written: April 1993
Ex-poet Marcel Broodhaers
as an untrained artist earned his spurs
Art definied theories his particular thing
in practical demos & installation bling
A Spanish artist Jorge Diezma
painted a conceptual panorama
an immersive installation 8 yards long
still life,oil on cloth,Bodegon*
*Bodegon del Limon 2010
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