Marcel Duchamp
(French Dada artist, 1887 - 1968)
Marcel Duchamp is most celebrated
for a woman rushing down a stairwell naked,
a painting critics mocked from the start
as degenerate French modern art.
Wives sighed relief she’s less than revealing
so invited their husbands for a viewing.
Duchamp painted her stripped of any garb
apropos to the art of the time – avant garde –
a style abstracted from reality
and untouched by prurient vulgarity
devoid of any libidinous knowledge,
unless her many overlapping legs.
I suspect her lover’s knock she heard
had her rushing hurriedly and blurred.
Who he might have been is still unknown –
some think Duchamp, discreetly not shown.
Ahead of her time
A cascade of lines
Crossed
The least of which was nudity
10/09/2019
Not because of the laicism
you changed your name
and religion, converting
to Roman Catholicism.
Not because of politics
or pure stoicism,
but conviction of your mind,
concerning the wholeness
of your being.
Aviation was important
not just for the senses,
but conscious transcendence.
You were the mystery of Being:
son of agnostic, himself atheist
and you became creative fidelity
in your philosophy of existence.
Later converted to Catholicism,
you were advancing ethical axioms
having consciousness
that you can materialize or annihilate values.
In your immanent introspection you observed
that the man is a derived being tending to
the primary being of the Absolute
and you became notable Christian existentialist.
Remembrance of « Creation » 1963 (MM)
(Marcel Marceau 1963)
Face white-clown-painted
hands crossing invisibility
in a white-gloved glissade
a soft, silent shifting,
a step-slide
over non-existent windows, walls and doors
a glide into gesture
into signing
a seeking
into a stirring
a knowing
a genesis
the stage, his staging
the spotlight on
in a spotlit silence
So you know, the way I get through all this now , I basically say it is what it is with a few extra stuff but thats for another day of thought.
Verse:
Always thought that I was lame, why?
never had much in the bank, ay
chambered the milli inside , yea
Clickin’ the gun off of safe , whoooh
hopped in the civic, start whipping it
I don’t know what the speed limit is
Imma pull off on the side, yea
Pop a prescription and die here
Started making a reverse , yea
Pealing off each, every curse, yea
Gotta keep God in my circle
Im just now scratching the surface
It’s really hard not to sweat it
When fears deep embedded
So what’s it gonna take
Whats it taste like
When the stakes high
Remember this
Seek God with all your heart
And eventually reveal himself to ya.
*note
Many mental problems occur due to the allowance of letting thought get out of hand. It's always reversible - just takes determination to observe ones self. Look up Dr.Leaf when you have the chance.
How to take a leak
Marcel felt quite an urge when he set out to purge understanding of how to when
we view misconceptions of who is taking the piss now never thereafter and then
A fountain trickling urinal porcelain pissoir on display impressed me no doubt in
treacherous confusion of images since relief in museums constitutes phallic sin
When streams of revisionist consciousness meet with surreal ‘truth’ of ablutions
seeming paradoxes cleanse body and mind in contextual and continent solutions
A fragmented human condition does not improve with rigid caged in perceptions
in which mindless dogma clearly resists benefits of antiauthoritarian disinfection
Are glass ceilings real are vessels of thought and flush toilets congested or empty
do ivory towers reveal liberation and freedom achieve status of fully cognoscenti
Nothing what it seems is Duchamp's message in a showcase of lavatorial pride
colonising minds need disclosure critique confrontation urinating against the tide
When cognition feeling and action with knowledge have reached full critical vision
I reach for a fountain pen so whether this is a poem or not remains your decision
16th May 2017