Reality as it was known and accepted

A Collage Poem about Collages & other Things

 

 

Fictive image replaced the staged image,

But the eyes don’t want it.

 

 

Same time, except for writing,

and time,

and generally,

decision time,

configuration time,

mostly

time.

 

 

Reality as it was known and accepted –

wild eyes,

when it snows,

references sometimes,

abstract compositions

washing –

the process of making art ~

rather than the end product,

turns all entertainment into a blast –

on the fish farm.

 

 

 

Photos of all heights

confers with other cells –

The mind is constantly collecting content.

 

 

And what about other means of transport?

the sun has gone down,

mind is always below.

they are always blind.

 

making art

suggest layers of meaning

in

my eyes –

made from a variety of materials.

 

 

the individual components, the fragments

in another lake?

Reality as it was known and accepted,

makes new associations each time –

Also,

Upright shadows made with fixed panels –

Place them on paper, cloth or board.

 

 

 

the moon moves fast,

Text appears as a layer –

land is gone

poor,

made of coloured paper erections,

abstract pylons

in crêpe dresses.

 

 

 

Look at me, * said –

The possibilities build

low quality paper

secreted in a medium

to sublimate

the aesthetic element –

me and clay,

sugar stones,

Day Haze,

their original context,

the mind assembling,

reassembling –

Two Fogs

Two Frogs

Clog Frowns

Facing West/East

 

 

~ don’t talk about me/media-

use as art,

This is a cocoon.

Because a whole grain sandwich

Placed on paper, cloth or board

reassembling/resembling

The image surface –

resized

from the window

to

a flat (sur)face.

 

 

And lastly,

Collages, montages and found objects

Plan if necessary –

Life is made in time.

 

 

Process Note:

This collage poem came out of my response to A Quantum and Rye Sandwich by Naïve haircuts. I interspersed lines from a fascinating lengthy online article about the history and impact of collage techniques on visual art and poetry composition. Other bits were added, and then this Dadaist mix went through multiple translations & reassembling before coming back to English. I then took this composition, and revisited the collage article to further modify the composition.

The finished piece is a metatextual collage poem about collage art. Lots of over thinking, but time spent not thinking about the FluTruckKlan in Ottawa , or the tensions building with the Ukraine Crisis. Meanwhile, we are going through another winter storm that includes ice pellets and some freezing drizzle. Good day to stay in.

Collage Poem sources:

A Quantum and a Rye Sandwich

Heidi Reszies ~Scissors, Paper, Glue: Collage and the Making of Poems –

when the bell rang

The Memoir of Dadaist Detective

– Case 0a1 –

 

 

Studies show that people are not having saxophones installed –

from the Archive of The Forum for Being.

 

He rings the bell and explodes like a star –

He saw a large dying red star in real time – the pianist and the viola maker were surprised to see a lot of light from the star before it exploded in a fiery exposition of existence, a snail~shell turbulence.

 

 

A turtle sings,

a very bright star

expels memories-

along a development of pine trees and harnesses,

a collaboration of delicate dance~steps deferred,

which pathway now –

He studied and died,

Seen from miles away.

Use the same patience.

 

 

 

The strongest sousaphone I have ever had, exploded like a star at the edge of a black hole in a knitting circle – a cicada sonnet.

( see Reddit – Stellar Sousaphone thread)

 

 

Agenda –

How to sleep:

It takes more than a note to capture

lucid butterflies.

 

 

Eyewitness : The wonderful personality I had with the Matador Doormats – a quagmire of questions circling the purple enigma shades. It was fun at the time, before the poodle ripped the pillow open, stuffing everywhere, a cacophony of expelled foam pieces covered the bed – even a Sumo wrestler would have cried with a cha-cha grin.

 

 

viscosity is Genuine,

every time it rains –

memories.

 

 

 

Soap temperature is for relaxation or a good table –

many focus on the damage caused by the blast; remnants of previous lives have also been recovered. So many were lost when the bell rang.

NOTE: 1) The metaphysical layers of the music of Matador Doormats can only be experienced  in a live performance. Any recordings lack the subtle nuances, and could upset the mental health of some listeners.  2)  For Asemic Tarot insight into Case 0a1, please click large animated GIF.

 

researched amongst agonized – blitz poem

lineated research notes

lineated oblivion research

research – duration of atmospheric-river

research – primarily hazardous, atmospheric-river

 

atmospheric-river flowing through the sky

atmospheric-river like 25 Mississippis

 

Mississippis burning

Mississippi’s shouldered jetty

 

jetty slides into the log punch

jetty lurches towards our tangent

 

tangent attacks the wrong cue

tangent seeks sensitivity

 

sensitivity slides into tango-piano analogy

sensitivity seeks reinterpretation

 

reinterpretation detects moral venture

reinterpretation deflects charming episodic heads

 

heads struggle with road-onions

heads smell under bulletins

 

 bulletins dream-echoed

bulletins reckon mudslides

 

mudslides snatch the missing

mudslides overwhelming

 

overwhelming helicopter buzzing

overwhelming head buzzing

 

buzzing buoyancy

buzzing bees

 

bees’ bounty

bees’ stings

 

stings of curated pain

stings like hot ash

 

ash falls far

ash kisses hot coals

 

coals combust

coals like fiery cordyceps

 

cordyceps of coagulated shadows

cordyceps converging

 

converging torrents

converging fears

 

fears unfolding

fears igniting

 

igniting cacophony

igniting lodestones

 

lodestones obtuse

lodestones agonized

 

agonized promulgator

agonized admission

 

admission of guilt

 

guilt

 

admission

 

Digital animated GIFs are modified  images from news services

See: Timeline(1 week) of British Columbia flooding (CBC)

Found poems in mashed up book titles

 

Found poems in mashed up book titles

(by way of Twitter)

 

 

 

 

 

The phantom tollbooth,

coming of age

in

Samoa.

 

 

20 love poems

&

a song of Despair,

George’s marvellous medicine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CONVERSATIONS

with Kurt Vonnegut,

a   POWER

governments

cannot

SUPPRESS

 

 

 

STRENGTH

 

 

in

what remains,

it’s

kind

of

a

funny

story

 

 

 

BOOMBOX SERENADE:

Consider

The Lobster,

The Cricket in Times Square,

Fear and loathing in Las Vegas,

&

The unbearable lightness

of

being bridge

to

Terabithia