Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Color Theory and the Circular Enigma (The Secret of the Sea, Pt.III, Chap.1)










Return with the Flaneur for a deeper survey of the poetic marvelous made accessible through muralist environments created by Hilaire Hiler at the San Francisco Maritime Museum.












Diving right in
 The surface world recedes






Between the imagination and the greater imagination






Psychedelic avant le mot





Constant metamorphosis






Poseidon's staircase
Predecessor and precedent for Yellow Submarine, Nemo,et al
myriad schools of day-glow fish




Mermaid and menacing clam
a merman (I should turn to be)






Bones of a ancient fish once used as a ship






In corners and interstices, 
analogues of the deep sea
The mystery of the submarine mind






Sudden efflorescence
Hiler used metallic paint
subject to flashes




The splendor of the nearest, farthest-away








Pop Surrealist immersion
 the profound unconscious
in ordinary day light





Tales told by clouds
of fathomless dimensions beneath the sky
beneath the sea




2.


Permission was granted, the key was turned
 I entered the color chamber






Sensations of unfiltered color pulsed 
in an optical illusion of motion







I meditated long and hard on abstract color theory
it all stacked up






I entered a color trance
Synaesthesia came in like a thousand mandolins
Dreams I had as a kid reading Dr Strange comic books
The all-seeing eye of Agamotto





The circular chamber began lifting off






3.




Nobody on the beach seemed to notice






I kept going upward






 I landed on a hillside at Fort Mason
and soon fell into a deep sleep






Something woke me up
I left the last of the sunlight on the hill 
over the mysterious tunnel






Just enough time left
Last boat departs at eight P.M.






I sailed into a theoretical color field







The Moon, the enchanted bridge,
the sunset lights of the East Bay
calling me toward home






May 2014

Monday, June 9, 2014

Acknowledgement Page (The Secret of the Sea)





The Flaneur extends gratitude and salutations to the rangers, staff, and volunteers of the San Francisco Maritime National Historic Park. Many of the images for this series were captured within its generous, copious, and admission-free facilities.









Visitor center jam-packed with the local nautical artifacts
Artistic displays, I always find something new






 Old salts with great memories
in front of an aerial shot








 The ships and exhibitions of the Hyde Street Pier 
with a multitude of activities for interested youth






The astounding murals, mosaics, and architecture 
of the Maritime Museum







An abstract ideal even asleep 





Dec 2013- May2014

Saturday, June 7, 2014

P. O. O. #1: The Bodhisattva Club




Psychogeography of Old Oakland #1







The loading zone--
 Powered by lotus







A persimmon for Gautama
be conscious of everything







 The Bodhisattva Club
I like to kick the gong around now and then







Excitement builds....we're almost there...










December 2013
June 2014

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Berkeley Kite Festival


 




Images from last year's trip to build anticipation for this years Kite Fest...
Did you know that the Bay Area can be rather chilly in July?







the wetland preserve 
armada of kites ahead
 in a steady wind





 Attempt to maintain position in the persistent wind






Fresh air and adventure appeal to every generation
The multitude assembled below watches
contests, pageants, and sundry kite legerdemain







Cephalopods command the scene






Strange gods before me





In the aqueous sky
They scrutinize your scrutiny






Pony rides go counter clockwise in time








On rolling hills enthusiasts populate the firmament







Hopping from kite to kite
One can get almost too high





Relax ... breathe deeply...
peak effects are temporary







This little retinal snake sent goosebumps
Perhaps the solid bank of frigid fog had something to do with it
 Berkeley hills completely occluded






They'll be looking for you to join them this year





28 July 2013

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Circling Kezar Stadium








 The Flaneur explores the vicinity of Kezar stadium, uppermost Haight street, and the gateway to Golden Gate park.





 I've come to see my old favorite John Doe, singer, guitarist, song-writer and founder of the greatest West Coast Punk band- X. John is also an actor I've seen in a couple of films noir sur la route. He performed a country flavored set with a steel pedal guitar and a gal who sang a little like his ex-wife Exene. Really a sweet guy he hugged everyone who came up afterward to say howdy.





 I brought my collection of 45 RPM records by X  to get them signed. 
They were signed by singer Exene Cervenka and drummer D.J. Bonebrake
at Lookout records in Berkeley over twenty years ago 
Right after Green Day broke big.
I'm a quite reformed autograph hound but these were unfinished biz.
I got "Adult Books" at the Harvard Coop in Cambridge in 1978--
I might have paid for it, but like the b-side said,
original punks like me,
"We're desperate, get used to it"





The first Hippies evolved here
A strange dream-like lagoon 
welcomes you to the Park from the Haight
The water looks energy drink blue






 Youth enjoying the open spaces and the grand trees
Golden Gate park belongs to all





 These days I stay off the beaten path...






 To climb a well-worn stairway of yore







 Kezar stadium itself
Footraces were taking place, Rome won
The fog slid in floating Twin Peaks tower







Legendary stadium archway still standing tall
The pavilion here is tied to another great memory I have of the original Punk era --
a 1979 show by the Clash. Openers included the Dead Kennedys whose Jello Biafra jumped into the crowd and returned wearing only his belt and the loops to a shred of his pants. He continued on with his knob bob-bob-bobbing along. Then the Cramps did a truly decadent set, with that original guitarist with the white forelock spitting his lit cigarettes into the mob. Lux the excitable zombie climbed on the structure of the stage bouncing it so much it would soon have collapsed.
The Clash had to work hard to follow them but they were always up to the job.








Art grass. 
Barley growing within a fence woven from branches
A feature of a groovy little green next to Kezar







 A bench made from a redwood burl
that Dali might have dug








Farewell for now to my charming discovery
Time to climb the rest of the way to the Judah street
to ride the rail all the way home




1 June 2014