Short Modelled Poems
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Andrea of Florence took his patron'name
as Verrocchio he later found fame
He loved fabrics & things in gold
his figures seem modelled& rather bold
She
show-cased
stage pieces-
upon a grand
scale
Renee Lalique (1860-1945) commemorated Sarah Bernhardt in bronze medallion .She modelled
(advertised) many of his pieces in her stage-act.
Heard Big Bird
Some things about Trump we have heard;
When he talks seems to repeat same word;
Around will hobble,
And up food gobble;
His body has been modelled after Big Bird.
This is why Trump wants to defund Big Bird.
Big Bird always reminds him of himself.
Jim Horn
PARAPHERNALIA
interior
features
irrelevant
tendencies
fostered
idiosyncrasies
apparent
active
& vibrant
a comprehensive
selection
modelled
certain
&fascinating
fashionable
echoed
shadowy tonal
trends
reflecting
precocity
of
persona
&grandeur
cut-out
a
simple
abstract shape
surfaces
as
the Blue nude
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn patterns
pasted
pastiche
enssemblage
modelled
in
abstraction
curved
& sevelte
so blue
so blue
nude
naked
harmony
joy
&
calm
in stark
shaped
intensivity
We must get into
such a deep fellowship
with you Lord our Saviour
that we loose ourselves
truly in your presence.
Modelled in fact in
your image indeed,
that the shackles and
entanglements of the devil
is broken off our lives.
Thus,
welding the two-edged
sword of God's word and
arming our mouths
with high praises of God
we destroy Satan's kingdom.
MATTISE CUT-OUT an Ekphrasis
Colour combinations,yellows &blacks
of every hue,gouache paper,paint,
pins&glue.Cut-out patterns,pasted
pastiche,outlines enssemblage traced,
time after time.Out of the blue nudes
appear,modelled maquettes a last period
coda of the master’s career.
Inspired by Matisse Cut-out book Jazz
Listen to me recite this ekphrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
A white dress full
of winter cherries;
hair curled with frost.
A carried box
tied with string
and legends.
Maybe a modelled
sister,or a ghost
from a playground.
You turn to
circumnavigate
in all this road
and wonder this is
as gone as a finger of snow
in April.
The sky is hasty
with a flock of clouds,
broody, hanging -
The next day empty,
just a shape without standing,
colder.
If i were an earthworm
I say that rhythmically
as if I were singing "rich man."
.
If I were an earthworm,
there would only be WHEN..
.
Life would be time
as light and dark would
come and go and my gut
would feed as if I had
a tube to my stomach.
.
Life would be
a tunnel of passing.
My muscles modelled in my nerves
would create my space.
.
How different would be
the confounding universe,
if I were born
not a man?