Reflections on the material world as sculpted by Berkeley Flaneur
The sculpture department
Substantial, serious,
Bordering on ponderous
Elephantine Eucalypti
Send perception skyward
Disorienting guide posts, half-hidden
A truly noble redwood
Dead-center in the art school grounds
Remnants of a forgotten pre-history,
No one today remembers what they represent
No one today remembers what they represent
Another cardinal disappears
No longer of recognizable use,
It takes on a symbolic, spiritual quality
Snail thang, I think I love you
Ambiguous objects lurk about,
Aesthetic or utilitarian?
Then things start to run amok
Fetishistic professor
She ate too much fresh sweet corn
Soiled her pants, I think
A sunken corner where the lost wash up
A ceramic cemetery
Billy the Kid,
Your dreamboat ended here?
Yet another shipwreck
A remarkably creepy ambiance
For the neighbors, by night
No one in the village will come here
At night, after dark
Tainted meat
Figuration, a primal urge
The inevitable scene where the guy next door
Crawls out of the dirt where he was buried
From soil ye came to soil ye shall return
Kiss this white ass bye-bye
View of Oakland
From a very comfortable couch
Old building
On a new day in May
Sculptural color-field
The old Satyr lasts another Spring
We are all iconoclasts these days,
Everything's totemic now,
Everything's totemic now,
The campus seems to return to the wild,
But the impression is short-lived
But the impression is short-lived
The formidable Broadway crosswalk,
I recall assisting the fine poet Denise Levertov,
To brave it with me one night after her reading
The California College of Arts and Crafts
10 May 2015
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