Art museum (allen memorial)
all these flat worlds stacked together. why do we look at them and are they showing a world or a lens? do we learn something of the author through them? does it matter if they are real or imagined?
wood flesh what is truth in art? (to see past what
paint flesh appears –
flat paint light expose soul)
make found poems of my own journals
make found poems of mine and others’ journals
truths: flesh is not lilac, magenta
the sea is not rose or, the sea is rose
i see his feet bordered in black the sea rose
take my eyes for a moment the rose sea rose
framed cross section of existence, experience
make more shrines
what do you see in abstraction? is it you? is it always you?
making noise in the museum
when i’m writing and when i’m not writing
many small white shelving units in the contemporary art wing
what i would and would not put in my apartment
will you live with me?
will you put your bedroom next to my bedroom?
and maybe your cereal next to my mini marshmallows
will you be quiet in the morning?
will you carry the trash to the curb if i remember to vacuum?
everything inside is one color, everything outside is another color.
joan Mitchell – café. the paint is too wet. what is it to be in a café?
write wall plaque poems “describing” artworks.
make sculptures – use as page.