It pretty much happened like Pablo said, how one day poetry just shows up looking for you,
and you, feeling a bit scared, like when you ended up with the tall off-balanced girl for a lab partner and actually had to talk to her, honestly, then realizing how beautiful she was,
became a good friend. Took the side of the chaotic, defended the skewed, praised the divinely multi-dimensional.
You wrote what you felt. Put your reserve on the shelf and twisted the words into new directions.
It’s a poem because it feels.
So I wander the streets til I get enjambed with something that makes no sense but still feels like a truth needing a place to sit. Some how I have to synthesize: listen to to screamer at the corner; divine how the world speaks through beauty and tragedy and mystery. I love art. Art is what reaches down into the bag of godstuff and creates something that only you can make. Art is singularly you.
In just a few hours I get on a bus for Florida, where I’ll be joining my newest family members – Starra, Megan the daughter, Kyla the daughter, Jack the dog, Suki the dog and numerous cats who wish to remain anonymous. / I may be off the air for a bit. Hope all you ArtCats keep safe and well, and I look forward to catching up with all of you. / Ken / “get on with it then.”
Life expression is in itself ‘place’ ; that stand of ground, that sweet solitude, the single campfire burning in a wilderness of stars, where you begin. And it is there that the breath and being of genius, the thoughtfulness of introspective alliances, conceive to the deeper generations the act of willful ego. An act of heartbeats starts from where you stand and leaves a traceable l…
Currently showing at the gallery I volunteer with, is clay work by Sue Greer called ‘Teapot’, although it isn’t anything you would envision pouring you a gentle cup of tea. A hallmark of Greer’s work is deconstruction – cutting up a complete work and reassembling it in a re-imagined form. Because of its size and sort of ‘glued together’ look, her potter…
There’s a new challenge in the Wild Horses of the World group for “Best Wild” image. / I have a picture of me on my blue steed between two guys on their Harley Hogs, but those probably aren’t the wild horses they mean. / I have a picture of my old cat Minks – who lived his whole life outside as boss of the wild kingdom – eying some hidden creature for lunch, bu…