Jackson Pollock Poems - Poems about Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock (1912 - 1956) They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a...

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They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a few of his spills...

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arrested moments drop by drop- fill the unconscious mind...

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Spatter, standard, seen before Said nobody Trajectory, tools, talent Said the air around me As I whisked around Slammed, splashed and slashed The mood of the movement Reflective of the observers Doubters and believers in equal measure Madness and genius Talent and folly Creation and destruction Drying time Where only I have seen Tense, pure, can anyone rely on knowing Inner belief That this could not be done by anybody I...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on dispersing into freedom in a fly across the floor the long streaks of such random black arcs streaking falling ...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but risen sucking in saving air while dispersing into freedom in a fly across the floor the long streaks of such random black pitch arcs streaking fall staining the canvas...

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Paul Jackson Pollock Condense versions that affected the times, Immense variants that scoped his pleasures, Florence immersed unravel a mentor, Propense expounds at immortal measures. Paul J. Pollock, painter, from Wyoming, Haul labeled abstract impressionist art, Gall at pouring, splashing, horizontal, Call, was his ardor, loved beyond his heart. Drip technique viewed canvass at all angles, Whip body whole, frenetic dancing style, Flip the brush,...

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When he starts a new painting, Canvas stretched taut against the defining frame, Gesso-coated smooth and even, Pure and uniform… How does he begin? Are his tubes of paint arrayed in careful rows, Summer colors first – winter colors last? Is the final result already in his mind, Or, does it grow organically, Layer upon layer? Does he paint all the reds at once, The blooming...

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JACKSON POLLOCK Nor star ...

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brightly colored leaves pasted down, pasted down, down by rain... to the ground...

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Dripping paint on canvas made works of art. Jackson led the abstract expressionists. He would be successful right from the start. Using some techniques from famed muralists, his achievements comprised very long lists. All over the canvas Jackson would flow; dripping and spattering paint to and fro. Abstract images would cover it all. As unconventional as artists go, any of his works would bring...

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Yours are the paintings that speak to me In a way that cannot be spoken They fill both my heart and breast They cause my mind eternal unrest I see them in my dreams. My heart beats faster In the presence of their rhythms They dance to the music of another lover. Or that lover could be me I feel your passion as my...

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