BOB MUD IN AUSTIN
(World’s longest mud painting on newsprint)
Bob paints in mud
Brush tickles the earth
She needed a laugh
Tag Archives: Art
ON THE OTHER HAND
ON THE OTHER HAND
In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs
Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion
And looked down on the harbor
across the order the beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai
Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew
A HAIKU FOR THE HEALING ARTS
A HAIKU FOR THE HEALING ARTS
Red art when you’re blue
Van Gogh was a cutter too
still much hope for you
SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF
SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF
If you think you have no power
try sleeping with a Kennedy
You may find some, but most likely
they will end up with more
If you want to touch vulnerable
try sleeping with a Marilyn
You may find some, but most likely
you will just pile more dirt on her grave
If you can’t find your inner poet
or the painter unafraid to use red
You can always find one willing
to help you find it in their bed
And there may be value in this trail
however tangled dark and faint
For you can sometimes find out where
something is just by finding where it ain’t
O’KEEFE’S NEW MEXICO
O’KEEFE’S NEW MEXICO
In just this light
in about this place
The cliffs are brighter
because she painted them
MADRID, MARCH 2004
MADRID, MARCH 2004
God, Spain again
scraping Guernicas from
walls of trains
BARBARIANS 2003 AD
BARBARIANS 2003 AD
“We thought of ourselves as people of culture.
How long will it be till others see us that way again? “
Iraqi friend of poet Naomi Nye
The collected works of Hafiz
still outsell the Koran in Iran
Today in Baghdad bombs and fear
scattered lovers of Rumi and Kabir
Museum of modern man’s cradle
lost eighty centuries in a day
Book starved minds, educated thumbs
video game cowboys blew it all away
We thought ourselves people of culture
how long before we can look
at ourselves that way again
THE THERAPIST PRACTICES HER ART
THE THERAPIST PRACTICES HER ART
Dorsey paints with people
dips into their hearts
where all colors
have merged
to mud
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Gently
lays them out
ultraviolet to infrared
spaces between clearly seen
and hands them back the brush
SALVADOR DALI AS ROCK STAR
SALVADOR DALI AS ROCK STAR
Fails because of melting guitar
FOR IUDITA
FOR IUDITA
(a child of the survivors)
Artists without hands
hold the brush with their feet
Without hands or feet
hold the brush in their teeth
As for me and my friend
all that remains is the navel
And small circles
in the center of
the canvas