drawings and new work

Hey guys, some more drawings for you to end the drawing week, and also, here are some new poems I wrote today. A little background: I was reading an article on Donald Barthelme in the New Yorker. He is a writer that used found sentences in his work to borrow elements of collage from visual artists like Robert Rauschenberg. He was trying for experimentalism. So these two new poems are a bit, I think, in the milieu of using found sentences (or even something similar to William S. Burroughs' jump-cut method), but in place of found sentences, I used randomly generated thoughts that came while writing in a hyper-kinetic style. So it's a bit of a mash-up (to use the parlance of our times!) of poetry (and some prose too). Hope you guys like. So, drawings first, then some poems. Happy Monday!


a hand



and
range version 4





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it’s easy to adapt
to
a lover

and peel her new flesh
around
a bathtub drain.

I never never.

the story goes:

in the rain two indelible lovers had a fight with umbrella fronds and struck it rich while spilling down a storm drain; I think they have a small kid waiting in a smoking room with his father’s coat draped elegantly over his face; the world famous writers believe this too; they shock and awe agape as the boy goes to the window and turns the light off; his parents, of course, are still oversized in the rain throwing punches bitter, loving, and incredible; if this too, toss and step and gently close the door to the bathroom and turn off the lights.

I image greater still
a man falling

forever into an abyss of eternal

light.


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the smoking umbrage
of
the after after

so jolly wit
we
can wicked
if

we so so
.

want the lust of the white
page

for me

and write a trilling sonata
I

dance in the doorway.