Star Sign: Rover

March 4, 2008 at 7:48 pm | Posted in writing | 6 Comments
Tags: dog, Jackson Pollock, writing

All art is improvised, you can fiddle with the aftereffects, but you cant escape the influence of Jackson Pollock. You can cut and paste and blur and hide behind and elucidate all you like afterwards but in the act of creation, all art is improvised, like life, and all art is in some way performance art. These are common and self evident truths, and in the past I would put punctuation round them and place them gently in the mouth of some unnamed character like a cigarette and then reiterate with an image after rotating on a pivot from a smokescreen to a mirror and then rewrite for rhythm, look for a confluence, knit around it,

make a poem in other words like a craftsman whilst pretending to be a magician, or vice versa, but now it seems so reductionist, an entertainment rather than a revelation, i am my own dog i used to say, perhaps i’ll buy a puppy,

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Goodness, where to start with this?I like it simple, no punctuation,and i,m glad your not having to rotate on a pivot, whilst creating a smokescreen through a mirror ( a hologram?)smoking a cigarette, whilst getting up your confidence to knit a winter jumper.
And you are a magician, an alchemist.Why not take a few kittens?

Comment by enigma— March 4, 2008 #
what kind of puppy?

Loved this, such zing and energy and intelligence, pure you. And yes, I agree completely about the performance but thanks to audience revelation runs wild 🙂

Comment by jo— March 4, 2008 #
my own dog

art
blur creation
cut paste
improvised
cigarette craftsman
smokescreen magician
rhythm of
revelation
life or
vice versa

Comment by Scot— March 4, 2008 #
no more poems?

Comment by Scot— March 4, 2008 #
So then, if I am to believe your premise that all art is performance art, then an artist with no audience is, by definition, masturbating before a mirror, seeking an orgasm of truth to burst forth for no one to witness? It seems to me that like Pollock, the further we stray from the easel, the less our confluence, not more. Maybe I’m just hopelessly trapped in my left brain…

Comment by Bob— March 5, 2008 #
Enigma, woof, kittens, where? A winter jumper, what a great idea.
Jo, I am thinking some very large and slobbery, a Great Dane, Bull Mastiff cross maybe.
Scot, hmm, we are going to sneak up a definition of the ‘p’ word between us eventually, I suspect.
Bob, just graceful logic,

Comment by Paul— March 5, 2008 #