
2022 September 27

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I do not suggest a philosophy | |||||||
lurks behind my painting: | |||||||
I am going blind, why | |||||||
me and colors first, I take | |||||||
my glasses off to see them | |||||||
while I can. Same with my | |||||||
poetry, which I don’t write | |||||||
anymore, no sophisticated | |||||||
epistemology implied, | |||||||
let me spare you inferring | |||||||
The more I paint the more I mute | |||||||
me, not mute, stop and wonder | |||||||
if saying obsolete now | |||||||
The scanner cheating, the cheating by blog-palette, sunlight through windows
Full disclosure: these *are* watercolor and ink and pencil on either regular graph paper or regular watercolor paper (Arches, yes, fuck me, the block does keep the paper from warping when drying), but to capture a closer image to what they look like wet (versus what they look like dry) I scan the dried on the office scanner/printer and enhance the colors using souped-up saturation and souped-up vividness and souped-up sharpness and souped-up resolution, I don’t consider this cheating given the limited skills of the artist for anything but lines and color but think I should mention it in case *you* think it’s cheating, fine metaphors abound
Now that I sit and type
where I sit and type
I sit and type
and justify buying
more particular model
pens, my vacation
mandated ink
infatuation
timer a tick till BEEP,
I will use them at work
not sitting and typing
on screen that I sit and type
at? in? on?
Two weeks same
house not ours
too much for the two of us
who were not too much
for the two of us
for the two weeks
just the two of us
My new old cobbles
Can’t in front of anyone
Who haven’t I told
I’ve beenwriting intablet with notfountain pens
Whatever I’ve been doing to my body’s kicking in
I amthe metaphorborn nineteenfiftynine
I’mslothrup I katjup pace
Waituntil owait, there’s nountil
we are the black flies
made screened porches required
fuck your expense. welts
Periodic reminder my daughter will be my age in 2056
I stole a cooling rack from home to dry the flags I make
guaranteeing a flag won’t be made tonight, rack shamed
I am reading Diana Seuss’ *Frank* and Blake Butler’s *300,000,000*
screaming better than I can scream apocalypse at me so I won’t at you
2056, I’d be 97, laugh, my dad at 90 in fifteen days
got out what he paid into, my 42 years paid into stolen by 2026
I’d buy a ticket today to 2036 for my daughter