Long Pollack Poems

Okay.......so you winked at me....I winked back......!

Like your art work........very cool. Love to paint and draw myself....although have 
been on a self imposed sabatical for the past year.........any interest?

Sylvia      ...

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Whether the weather 
necessitates to anchor 
     myself as a tether
when the frankenstorm 
     socks the east coast 
     shredding terrestrial 
 ...

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That night when we laid with our backs on a sleeping carpet of grass, we looked up at the 
night and explored the vast sky.  The star speckled sky stretched across the universe like...

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"If I knew...Because I heard this song, I'm in tears. For no reason."

"It's not for nothing, it just makes me also."

"By the way, not long ago, a sick black young man was assaulted by the...

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Within womb universe’s birth
nebulous placenta housed 
seeds of life and white lily
billions of years in future

mid-wifery lady Madonna i.e. Gaia
twill abort... cancel... fail 
cosmic amniotic fluid infinitesimal kernel 
unknowingly intimated mother earth

giver of extant flora...

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   Mayonnaise in my mouth; 
it was turkey—the first Pollack 
I saw. His fault that the splatter 
looked like a forgotten egg on the side. 

  Walking toward the waste 
basket, I...

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did Picasso dream up Guernica
while taking a *****& did Van Gogh
fantasize about Starry Night whilst
draining the lizard?  how about 
Pollack---though we have been 
told via Ed Harris’ film (the only
art history anybody has anymore)...

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Start ~ by going in reverse
   despite the notions of value
  what would one less layer reveal
     every drop of 
       ...

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When you gaze upon a Jackson Pollack for the first time
Instantly your mind begins to ponder
What was he thinking?
Where was he going with this?
Can you even call this art?

Who knows what he was thinking, it's...

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One Summer's eve - a voice was heard
The sunset was thrown together last minute
The colors were a sight to behold
Like paints on a palette - they were organized 
The blues and the purples were next...

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FILL-INS
An invitation for
the reader to use
imagination

Who?      What?
two fine ladies rest
neath a bamboo
umbrella
they talk of a
third?

Fishermen
small boat at anchor
two men mend her
tattered sail
weather      or old
age?

Pretty Song
on...

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getting out my paints 
primary and secondary
starting slowly, but working my way to a frenzy
Pollack style.

tossing out a few dots
no satisfaction.
begin penciling in some lines
thinking animals as I do this.

an eagle, an elk, a monkey,
something...

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The precipitous day drools on 
yellow and slightly rancid, buttressed in buttery light   
 by a gray glazed glint from the Pacific.
Vertical skeletons of flesh and concrete bob
 with a hallucinatory air,
some freshly...

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A Hopper, three Calders, a Pollack and more
We shared with our grandson today.
Some paintings and sculpture he’d not seen before 
Were just waiting for us, on display.

In under an hour we checked it all out;
He...

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Playing off your intent, 
writhing as you plunder 
within the dank dampness,
the wanton wave
spray painting effigies like Pollack
pole axed in delight my pelvis rises…

With hands full of Adonis’s moons
parting the skin of your throat with...

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