Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Monday, March 8, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Joseph Jengehino...poems and drawing..
a physiology of conversion (collab with Amely Jones)
Gerald slices his thoughts with a citrus knife. Removes the matter.
His fiction is the salt she sucks from open wounds.
Her machinery is too much for him. At night he tears it down.
He likes to watch her mouth sleep.
likes the way it is crooked but still toxic. but silent.
He's afraid of her.
He's afraid of her unobstructed mind and the traps and equations she uses.
He wants to get under her skin
his static can break her. disrupt her.
break the plane of her bones,
break the circuitry of her mind,
give her parachutes to numbness.
Her head is turned, the profile of a bird on a pillowcase.
he touches her throat, a little
Hides his hands
He wants to hold her
in the softest prison,
place a thumb on her eye,
and feel the kaleidoscope's stained and transparent explosions.
The dreams are fueling her mind
maybe he can make her smile when she is like this...
but he won't touch those toxic lips
even with the latex fingers
he envisions her a future huffing oxygen from an apparatus.
sees her body tied to machines
sees the bricks of her mind dissolving
in a place where he can forever watch her mouth sleep
The Broken Neck of the Swan
Joseph Jengehino blog at MYSPACE
Friday, February 26, 2010
Austin Osman Spare... Self Portrait....
Pastel on wooden board
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Jan Konupek 1883-1950... Czech... illustrations...
An Encounter of Souls in Outer Space
An Electron approaching Earth
Electron charge
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Patti Smith... drawing...1973
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Leonor Fini... Sphinx & Charles Baudelaire...Beauty..poem and drawings...
Beauty
I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone,
And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himself
Is made to inspire in the poet a love
As eternal and silent as matter.
And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himself
Is made to inspire in the poet a love
As eternal and silent as matter.
On a throne in the sky, a mysterious sphinx,
I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans;
I hate movement for it displaces lines,
And never do I weep and never do I laugh.
Poets, before my grandiose poses,
Which I seem to assume from the proudest statues,
Will consume their lives in austere study;
For I have, to enchant those submissive lovers,
Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:
My eyes, my large, wide eyes of eternal brightness!
Charles Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil
Translation by William Aggeler
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Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Insomnia or the Devil at Large... Henry Miller ... drawings
Drawings by Henry Miller, made during a bout of Insomnia 1965/66
“They reflect the varying moods of three in the morning. Some were sprinkled with bird seed, some with songes, and some with mensonges. Some dripped from the brush like pink arsenic; others clogged up on me and came out as welts and bruises. Some were
organic, some inorganic, but they were all intended to lead their own life in the garden of Abracadabra.”
MORE >>>> Henry Miller
Friday, January 8, 2010
Steffi Grant... A Vision...
A vision of elemental spirits
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Andrey Bely... poem and drawing...
VERTIGO
Now I have wandered long years and many,
Have drowned in the haze of the late afternoon
Until my poor feet are bleeding and heavy,
They must give out soon.
As I lounge in the fumes of the charcoal vapors
Questions pop out, like an unpaid debt,
And someone offers- in a tasty little packet -
A cigarette.
And then when I sit with elbows on the table,
Swoonin with awe, merged fearfully
With things not of earth, somebody says
"Here's your tea."
Oh, I am a child of the flame, of the glory,
Visions shine before me all through the night,
But can it be- can it be possible
They will not even know me by sight?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Ray Gilles... Belgium...
Monday, December 28, 2009
Louis Paul Boon... drawing...
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday night.... the Goddess...
‡ Rosaleen Norton ‡
Rosaleen Miriam Norton (2 October 1917 – 5 December 1979) New Zealand, was an artist, occultist & witch.
Sunday night
A long audient meditation, which chiefly consisted reminiscing about the more peculiar episodes in my sex life.
Have decided on a retreat of at least three months -- nobody to be admitted. Will create magnetic centre...................................................
Friday, December 25, 2009
The Act of Drawing... Unica Zurn
The pen "floats" tentatively above the white paper, until she discovers the spot for the first eye. Only once she is "being looked at" from the paper does she start to find her bearings and effortlessy add one motif to the next....
The Man of Jasmine - Atlas Press 1994
The Man of Jasmine - Atlas Press 1994
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Federico García Lorca...drawing and poem...
Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
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