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Poetry (2015)                                                                 montage

I Sing the Body Electric (Homage to Whitman)     montage 2016

Le cri d'un animal (1985)                    oil on board 46" X 39"

from Nine Dialects of Green

 

VI. The Slender Pine

 

is half dead,

its needles red and brittle,

 

and now the living half

has its own museum.

 

 

 

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from Nine Dialects of Green

 

VII. The Coo

 

of a mourning dove

has ruptured the emerald forest

 

and now the earth's sadness

comes tumbling out

 

like the intestines

of an ox.

 

 

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Medieval Sadness (2016)                                         montage

W E L C O M E to Splendid Arrows, a small and quiet corner in a large and raucous city. Here I have mounted my artwork whose margins are sprinkled here and there with verses, some that have been published and some that haven't. My only hope is that you enjoy your visit here. 

Under the Summer Moon (2016)                            montage

Spring Scent (2006)                                                                                              collage/montage

Libido (2010)                                                              collage

Schema for Uneasy Sleep in the Digital Night (2010)       montage

 

Digital  Revolution (2015)                                      montage

 

from Sum of What Was Said

 

I. 

As I climb the ridge

the river follows,

        my mumbling muse-

streaming through my daydreams,

she greens all my deserts

        with an inch of grass.

 

 

 

IV.

The cry of a loon

               

                strikes level air:

 

                if I had less cares & fears

its deeper ring

 

 would sting

                these ears

 

 

(unpublished)

from Sum of What Was Said

 

VI. Night Swimming

 

Beached the runabout and lashed it

       to a slender pine

 

then Brailled up the stone that leans

         out over the water in the moonless dark.

 

Inhaled the island's flora,

         let my fullness string the bow

 

my heart pulled tight

         and firing my slender arrow

                 pierced the water's confidence

 

then surfaced,

       and raising my empty cup,

         

I drank the night.

 

 

(unpublished)

 

 

Tanka

I reach deep

inside the night, pull out demons

by the tail like ropes

but find they're knotted tightly round

my intentions

 

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Repast

Though 'wolves are fed

on wind' or less

 

we pick emptiness

from our teeth

 

instead.

 

(after Franาซois Villon)

 

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Sandals

In the way a young girl's slender foot, rolling casually

Out of a sandal holds her S-curved body still,

Unhurried, radiant as if

Part flesh and living stone,

 

That is how youth holds itself,

How the old gods, too, had held themselves,

         And why we sing them both

As if they waded

         In pools of infinite time.

 

 

(unpublished)

Tanka

The heavy snow coaxes

a groan from the joists: I listen

as the dawn kitchen fills

with the five tumbling brooks

of your laughter

 

 

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Kepler's Nightlight  (2015)                                                               montage

 

A Scroll for Kawabata (2015)                           collage/montage

 

On Two Legs

 

I went out walking in the forest

but the river ran hard at my heels,

 

throwing its voice into the oak and pine

to frighten me. So I turned to confront it

 

and a silence like an echo

of the last few minutes before the Big Bang

 

cut a hole in the moment

and I stepped in through as if a door

 

to find a river, stands of oak and pine.

I could turn and look a thousand times

 

for that is how it is

when we learn to walk. Every second

 

the world is being born,

it comes closer.I keep walking.

 

 

 

unpublished

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