Tag Archives: Mark Rothko

Here There Be Dream Tigers

Here we are hooded in shadows with tigers green fire eyes lighting up new seasons. Tigers green fire eyes the forests of emeralds burning of bedazzlement and jade bewitching. We enter calmly at our own risk. We heard that one … Continue reading

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Siren

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

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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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Mark Rothko

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

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Horizon

Some silence, you see, is not golden, not really– long dark shadow cast.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Freeze

Ice skating past dark, on a frozen pond, alone– Where they swam, last spring.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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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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Perish

Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.

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Yellow is the Color of my Sad

Yellow is the color of my sad, how it runs. Some think it is blue but it is not. Blue is the common choice for color/me/sad, the popular one (how moods get typecast), but yellow is much sadder than blue, … Continue reading

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Tinder

In this lighted instance, a storm-watch of gold bearing the heft of silence and time, slowed. Blue shoulders the collapse of heaven, it is the Atlas underlay, the muscle cloud formation. When the painter dies, this tindered vault will inherit … Continue reading

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