Tag Archives: Abstract Expressionism

Siren

Grief embraces change through form, exploded to shape a sense of calling.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Radiance Do Dance

Sometimes it is a breakaway of color, a kaleidoscopic spray and rupture that does the trick in convincing the light to warm your veins and stay a little while longer.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Hearing Aid

The graffitied veins of the cosmos bleed a ruptured interplay of so much noiseless static in God’s ears drumming to shape wonder.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Jackson Pollock

Out of silence, and lidded smolder, arose a localized storm. You could say it was a balletic squall forecasting its own tyrant reign and fall, a fate designed to galvanize and then blackout not so gently into that goodnight exit … Continue reading

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Red, Black

To paint a blood-sport, matador, faring no bull– dark, in need of stars.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Jackson Pollock

  Ballet in a storm, one man’s kinetic forecast– You will know my name.

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Mark Rothko

Rending light to fit an artist’s capacity to survive caste form.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Need

Some don’t go crazy, they make it so as to live– one splat at a time.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Arclight

Bidden by tatters, and gravity‚Äôs mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed shawls … Continue reading

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Deluge

It is both pleasure, and an epitaph to pleasure, at the same time. When the phenomena occurs and the colors run and slash and slit down upon me in ravels of deluge. Spring-green, shell-pink, sky-blue, bled-red, egg-heaven, grief-yellow. I, a … Continue reading

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