Here is another finally-finished page.
The words to the single-word double acrostic are these:
Index cards & social meme
Novice hack or reader’s dream
Voices shrill can drill to bone
Orders strict tell despot’s notion
Lavish love creates its quotient
Vortex waves have force of oceans
The meaning to this one is less elusive if you think of the words with the image as not describing a universal truth, but one person’s relationship/maturation journey, and that person someone you’re just getting to know.
Lest anyone think I defaced this book with my sketch: the sketch was done on a COPY of the open pages.
Some fine day I'll write a commemorative sonnet, rhyming "heights" with "Pre-Raphaelites." Hers was a pioneering, breathtaking sensibility, and I'd love to do her justice in her style. I'm not yet capable, though.
Away from my home, with sketchpad and Verizon pad, I send a finally finished page. Desperation to get it done played hob with petal anatomy and lyrical clarity but did wonders for uniqueness.
Double Feature day, Friends! First a poem:
grasp of air
the air touches and pushes against my hand
but will not be held by it
eludes my desperate grasp
and the same odd silly desperation obtains
when i try to hold time stiller than one second per second
time pushes against and touches my life
but will not be held by it
instead it mocks with the irony
that i was drooling
and dazed and clueless
a few weeks out of the starting gate
and will be drooling
and dazed and cashing in my last clue
a few weeks before the finish line
it is sixtwentytwofourteen twelvefiftyfourayem
it is sixtwentytwofourteen twelvefiftyfiveayem
seize the day? good luck with that
forge memories? yes you can
some of them will mock you with their irrepetition
some of them will sting you with a new context
some of them will settle you down
some of them will undissolve you
don’t grasp air with your hand
grasp it with your lungs
make memories your art form
your mind the lungs that grasp time
it is sixtwentytwofourteen oneohtwoayem
over but not out for it is and isn’t was
Completing the double feature is the image “Three With Background”:
Sketch for an upcoming 22" x 30" graphite drawing.
A conventional-but-not 21st-Century flatscreen-owning young man voyeuristically eyes a conventional-but-not topless-but-not beachbunny-but-not. Popcorn is involved until it's gone.
Here is something I started over a month ago and invited collaboration (see the post “Seven, Eight–Collaborate”). One brave soul told me there would be a try; that I have not heard from the brave soul since casts no aspersion on said soul. Collaboration is tricky.
Indeed, collaboration ended up being the theme of this, now finished, page:
And here are the words of the triple-acrostic sonnet:
Desire may ebb when disillusion flows
Endangering stability, which flees
Each time de-Liberation strikes a pose
Some issues turn to Beasts none may appease
Proceed OUTSIDE the box, and P.D.Q.
Example: cure your Beef with B.B.Q.
Rescind your doubt! Do what WILL do for you
And with each therapeutic molecule
Add TLC that’s stubborn as a Mule
The optioned limitation with accrual
Ensures the Trust that leads to Love’s renewal
“Desperate But Sequel” hearkens back to the bad old days of “Separate But Equal.” Alas, Racism is still alive and “well” more than a half-century later. Not much more we can do about that but get our own houses in order (see Avenue Q’s “Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist”).
The image is a four-shot sequence wherein two people are irritating each other’s stiff backs, then find a synergistic solution when they loosen up a little and rub together. I am ridiculously proud of this metaphor for relational friction. Honest to Goodness, I have no memory of ever seeing this bit of storytelling before–but I suspect I’m not the first…