June 12th, 2012

Jun 20

Francis Bacon, the British artist, soul reknown for his use of the spatial plain, visited “Word Threads” last Tuesday, the 12th of June.   WE Imagineers celebrated his focus, his visual poetry, his incorporation of passion, exchange, and movement.  Francis Bacon one elemental, essential artist of the living moment.    MARY  C   writes…

 

DIVIDED   A N D     P U T      D I S T A N T,      F R a n c i s    B A C O N       P u T    T O     P A I N T

Put putty to your hand

Any figure mis-shaped

Does slip    Does     shift …………if f f f T I n g

Until cold sets firm,   The Flesh…….

 

How long is flesh

Warm clay to eyes?

Flush pinks  Fade   the yellow

Cheek ,     soon      white.

 

Raw Muscle________bULge   PURPLE       tight

Tightness

 

Inescapably, a Fixed canvas,    drying.

Sweat bleeds……………………I Can Not

 

b r e a t h e

 

Likewise,   thirst    un-quenchable

Is a Phase of   being       A L I V E

The   cataclysmic,    ir-replaceable

Stillness,    Fluttered    by      sudden

Attraction co-joined in putty

 

Did I realize that    muscle

Has  a    voice,       it     does

Compiled    dis-sonnance    pulled

To   lulls,     held    gently

To   the    next                  b r e a t h ……

 

Backs widen out as    all

V e r t e b r a e     s o u n d     owl   like

In the blue black skyness of the midnight H O U R

Putty to your hand

Put putty to your hand

Any figure mis-shaped

Does slip     Does      shift       if f f f T I n g

Until cold sets firm. The Flesh…….

 

How long  t h e     flesh

Warm clay to eyes,

Flush pinks     Fade    the     yellow

Cheek,   soon     white,

Raw Muscle________bULge        PURPLE     tight

N E S S     ess

 

InescapablE,   a  Fixed    canvas    dryS.

Sweat bleeds……………………I Can Not

 

b r e a t h e

 

Likewise, thirst un-quenchable

Is a Phase of   being          A L I V E

The cataclysmic ir-replaceable

Stillness, Fluttered by sudden

Attraction co-joined in putty

 

Did I realize that  muscle

Has a voice,   it     does

Compiled    dis-sonnance    p u  l  l   e  d

To   lulls,    held    g e n t l t y

To the next b r e a t h ……   I     b r e a t h e   as

 

Backs    w i d e n     out     as       the

V e r t e b r a e     o f       a  l  l               sounds       o   w   l         like

In   the    blue   black    skyness   of    the    midnight     H O U R

 

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JUDY    B – W    writes:

 

Put putty to your hand

Any figure mis-shaped

 

Does slip , Does shift if f f f T I n g

Until cold sets firm. The Flesh…….

 

How long is flesh

Warm clay to eyes

Flush pinks Fade the yellow

Cheek soon white

Raw Muscle________bULge PURPLE tight

Tightness

 

Inescapably, a Fixed canvas drying.

Sweat bleeds……………………I Can Not

 

b r e a t h e

 

Likewise, thirst un-quenchable

Is a Phase of being A L I V E

The cataclysmic ir-replaceable

Stillness, Fluttered by sudden

Attraction co-joined in putty

 

Did I realize that a muscle

Has a voice, it does

Compiled dis-sonnance pulled

To lulls, held gentlty

To the next b r e a t h ……

 

Backs widen out as the

V e r t e b r a e sounds owl like

In the blue black skyness of the midnight H O U R

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MORNING FROM ONE   TRADITION INTO 

ANOTHER  is  never  easy.    Even

Moving  from   one   side   of    town

To another is hard;  so,   moving

From  the  other  side  of  the  w o r l d

M a y    be   incredibly  difficult.

On May 31st, I attended a

Funeral  at  an  Orthodox  Church.

It  was  beautiful,  the  chanting-and 

The people were so sad  to   loose  such a

Wonderful  m o t h e r     and    s i s t e r.

Now the children,  grown,  a r e    living

In another country,  h a l fway

Around the    w o r l d     from their  childhood.

They had a life 

There  that  was  prec a r i o u s,   e n d a n g e r e d,

And now,  they  are,  by  i n c h e s  and

Minutes,  fashioning  a   n e w     way  of   life.

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Art helps us figure out what our lives

are like. When life seems only

normal,” we may find out that “normal”

is just one way to live. There are

many ways to live and “normal” is sometimes not the only way.

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ART IS P O L I T I C A L – FRANCIS B A C O N     SHOWS THIS IN HIS

Preparations for painting a     p o p e.       When

Did this Pope live?     Was this Pope weak or

Powerful?       We wonder about these questions

While wanting to run from this p a i n t i n g.

 

JUDY    B – W continued on to write………..

Michigan is where y o u wait

a minute

If you like the weather.

 

Yesterday was wet

Today ic cloudless, and windy and cool.

 

 

Two days ago it was h o t and d r y.

Tomorrow is a question.

 

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just because Mathuzala wrote so poignantly on June 5, today, June 12th, we publish again:

I miss you . From the time we

departed, I never found a partner like you….

Even I mis miss you whenever I see my friends’

Partners and I have not. I miss you

I miss you when I remember all what

We passed through.

 

Please come back so that I can stop missing

You. I miss you 2 4 houra when you are

Not around me. I miss you when I’m

Thinking about you all day long.

 

It’s unbelievable to say that I all ways

Miss you eventually when I see my friends’

Partners around them all the time.

PARTNERS WITH LOvING WOMEN

AND BABIES RUNNING. YOU

PARTNERS MAKE ME MAD

BECAUSE…I never expected such attitudes

from you partneRs

I could not believe that you kind of partners

until it’s absolutely discovered that you are

ONLY MISUNDERSTOOD,  BY   TH  HIGH  NOON  MOOD  OF  TODay.

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