You may recall that I announced, about two months ago, the possibility of a forthcoming poetry chapbook. You may also recall that I intended to call it, Flight of the Paper Birds, the concept behind which was a revival, or a breathing new life into, my older work. It's a nice idea, I think, and [...]
Tag: surrealist collage
Flight of the Paper Birds
tell me the entire face is mine even the subtle interior like a toy silver bell tell me the riddle at the end of the nose is also mine a red letter "r" or an ember of hair a wing where innocent elbows used to be as if to say, we are each standing at [...]
Gravity on a Tabletop
everything passes through unseen forces landscapes tabletops the limits of freedom & most trees even the voices of oceans dusted off & debated softly over breakfast This collage is my second attempt at gravity on a tabletop. And, while I'm not certain this landscape really depicts the essence of the poem, I really kind of dig [...]
Lunar Escape
Another collage made from old paint swatches and a vintage Life magazine: "Lunar Escape."
Another Chance at Paradise
My latest experiment in collage art, "Another Chance at Paradise". I am beginning to get the desire to write poetry again, in addition to exploring my thoughts on some important issues related to creativity. Namely, the idea, as reflected in this blog's tagline, of being a master of none. Of coming to understand oneself, in [...]
Planet Sideways
I have been feeling visually inspired lately, which is new for me. And I've got to say, I'm really enjoying it. I love the physicality of collage work and the attention to detail it requires. In some ways, it feels almost like an extension of my poetry, or its compliment. But more importantly, I think, [...]
Alternative Playground
I hadn't intended to do much in the way of collage work today. So when this one began coming together, seemingly on its own, I was pleasantly surprised. Collage #3 - Alternative Playground
Very High Cosmos
For the past few weeks, I've seriously curtailed my creative activity. Two of my last poems, Red Sailboat and Slo Shook, for me, represented a struggle. In my eyes, they lacked magic, passion, excitement. All the little ecstasies of spontaneous creation. Which I thought I might find again by doing something new and experimental with [...]
