Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2018

Mothers Day/Project XO/The Ascension






 



Mothers Day
Project XO






Appliqued
with a Mama Bear
hugging California

 
Got to slide past now




 
Another brush with mortality
Midnight Friday
Had to vomit myself
a rare occurrence
Felt like I'd been poisoned
and my heart rattled all night
Still fibrillated days later


 
Opera House
is diversifying



 
An older African American
was looking at the posters
as I snapped
I remarked,
Imagine if they
were your kids
 
 
I think he said
he wouldn't mind it
if they did
 

 
In Portugal
it's Peixoto Day
Big Fish Day
 


 
Perversely
Patriarchal Romania
converted this
 to Fathers Day
 
 
 
 
2
The Ascension of Our Lord

 
Somehow Jesus got flipped
 
Really the significance of this day
I found myself at a Spanish Mass
at the Cathedral
 
Communion
enfolded me in
His Ascension
 
 
After Mass
all the Mothers were given
a beautiful rose

It was touching

 
You could feel their joy
 
 
 
Hey El Trumpo!
These people are holy
and you are the criminal
 and the rapist




 
They were still
dispensing roses
as I shuffled off
to the elevator




 
Christ is my strength
in my darkest hours
 
 
 
I came home
continuing my recovery
and listened to a cheerful lion
 
 
 
 
13 May 2018
 
 
 





Friday, May 4, 2018

High Brow Berkeley Art Low Down







May on UC Berkeley campus
is an welcome experience
when the sun shines in the cool air
Blood pressure recedes under trees
and art museum are free


Fungible gender study

 A new major



At the old workhorse
prestigious university



Students scurry on
as always




Berkeley,
Berkeley



Fabled Telegraph
the old gray mare
ain't what she
 used to be



Western lands
before the oceanic void

The Bay
 in between



Way Bay
the recherche title
of the current
 really big show
A sweeping out
of the BAM storeroom



Now that conjures up
the Bay area
 art and poetry scene
A Joron comes to mind



A street car film
dangles obliquely
in the exhibition space


Immense macramé
tornado
only more so



When the herb is superb
sometimes my furniture
thinks it looks like this



When I'm home alone
wearing my feather slippers







Lola Montez
x Max Ophuls
and anonymous color
abstracts


A weighty calligraphy
and brushstroke
room of is own



So far East
it's out of space



Taoist meteor

Stanley Kubrick
memorial staircase



Leading downward
toward a house of pain...



and the body
where his face went
I don't know
he may be metamorphic


Another flea market display
with more renowned artists



King of the body
as subject to pain



The throes of
 mind and body



Cruelty is a given
punishment may
or may not follow



Salome
wealth and wickedness
go hand in hand
The Baptist's head
on a platter



Supplication
leads to redemption
from sorrow and sin


We are not the Judges
Cosmic quantum mechanics
 


Bruce Conner film
Crossroads
Atomic mushroom cloud
dissolving into the face
of a refugee
 
 
 

The worthless gamble
endures in the presence
of the Lord





The elevator to the exit



Krishna as
average avatar
all attractive,
said to Arjuna
we must stamp out
the miscreants



The snake charmers
enthrall
snakes charm back



We wait quietly
for the trumpet's sound
the sky turns moire







Ghost paintings
recordings half-erased
taped over and
over again







3 May 2018