
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 –