Daedalus and Hawking

Daedalus and Hawking -- imagine us here --
the afterbirths of galaxies, our mirror,
we reach the final sum and alert art
we beguile as though we were smarter

Yet, as we know, our troubles are wired
A homunculus and rattles of sabers
They surround us as you know, Stephen, worse
than what we don't do is what they aver 

Regiments of worms in the sepulchre
Stars betwixt two capitals and cognates
Connoitre and connote, bring me my chapel!
Marry my mind with the powerful lapel

When then the sun ensconced in tributes pelts
the plasma, the plenary, our down melts 

CONTEMPORARY ARTISTRIES: UNDOCUMENTED, CUBAN, AFRICAN AND NATIVE AMERICAN

Political mastheads often carry the expression of those situated within their environment.  At the cost of the four art histories of the title of this article, art has been manufactured in place of expressive means of forging collateral for survival against outstanding odds of repression analysis.  Wherewithal of the four communities indicates a superagency of self contained auspices for journeys beyond the striation of systemic volleying and specific collector enthusiasm beguiles the production of aesthetics redemptive of suffrage across the board.

Galleries and sponsorships, government or lobby-backed funding, and the necessarily re-directive curtailment of structure-per-unit of art product, is reduced to finalities of the logos of comprehensive didacticism.  A bitter mold of prurient has-been-of-late, trendiness, jingoism, and the like protrude into the scenic balms of artistry for communities with ripe imagination and strategy is tossed to wolves as though never having eaten live kill.

I began to write art history in the infancy of a lost art realm.  Being subject to levies for productive technique and instruction at large, the literature of nostalgic refrain continuously replaced or edited to noncompliance with humanities which had at their cost the necessity of a moving target status, gone into intimate studios where communities resided in their fullness of residency vis a vis enormously sized oppositions, deregulated and officious celebre, and mockingly reductive prototyping.

The undocumented, Cuban, African and American Indian arts represent an offering of complacency broached through survival-of-fittest models of disengagement.  Were it not for Darwin, a more coterminous mastery of self vindication would by now have ceded arts to commodities without a necessary juncture in personages.

It is with the ease of confession to adjacent longing for commiseration with a "ghetto dive" or a false synthesis, de-factored, and neutralized for entertainment of agency-to-agency comorbidity of origination and origin, as one dismissed with by historical amnesias melding toward an eye-for-eye pitch hazing memoirs, documentaries, truths, and testimonials.

TBC

amor:html.css Jacques*Thoreau

incantation. adoration. portal.
encenderianismo. solstice.
if the world had another name, love,
love it would be apostrophe oh skies

marvelous arte. encantador splash
the waves along the shore. adoration
the surplus no. of love. exhibition.
sails. allusion, esoteric, splash

of clouds crossing the spectre, lovelessness
between us demonstrably saddened
I repeat we as though one enlivened
/love and lovelessness/ illuminant crests.

the dregs of the shore plasticenic, love,
love, the unencumbered rain awash, love

ICARUS O

Where Icarus just any name not theirs
I would fear my reaction to news
of even a single tear or whisper
that centers the vile near her or theirs

That she endears is no pun no twitter
The smallest pains of saints are a pallor
they cry without complaining and suffer
the snakes that hear me hear louder

I am the snake that charmers most fear
if I bludgeon diction well excuse me, wear,
you are no better than you were ever,
but host of calamitous offers remember

The diamonds that others revere I cloud
They become no longer the asking for

VIctimas FLor

cuando en el cielo un mundo surgio
los astros coincidieron oceano
tus ojos entonces eran el sol
diritiendose los pies del rumor
que un dia habre hay quien da al amor
su maxima expression y se oyo
arte en fin seria el vestibulo soy
mi nombre por cierto llevare mio
y dentro del follaje oprimidor
caridad, conciencia, linea, y amor
no constaba solamente espejo 
espejo del floral y de la flor
pero intime algo dejando a un lado
la victima que es el destino 

RECUERDO All Night on the Ferry

--after the oranges

Today as the streets poured across the morning
the occupants snoring, doodling, achooing,
I thought of the reasons for writing.  Alone,
at the side of the road there was a mirror,
the earth in habitual glance over there,
a sunshine delivering habitable air.
in the power of my hindsight imploring,
watching as it withstood the afternoons
when busy as usual the chiding
arose from tongues of alabaster glowing
the victuals of the hatred the main thing
came to their hyperbole quickly
which quality forebodes of the day
wreckage of temperaments darker than grey
they pillaged as they walked away, away
the oranges all that we had to say.

Song Sun of Love Flower

the sky descends and down to the pavement
the volume of the gravity unknown
recedes behind the lenses of the known
to touch with the glorious sun's foment

of flowers the many and the sacred 
there is one that blooms over the sidewalk
with trenches behind it of sodden burlap
and ventricles smaller than any heart

believe without their petals in a song
very are those that seeded are many
blown as though a kiss from an archetype
the song of the flower must go on song

flower of blisses the author of love
bound by the horizon to songs of love

trees in the nearby relief

ultraviolet leaves of triplicate trees
cascading overture to sycamore, 
pine, Oaktree and arbors in their flowers
the musk of the twig decanted in greens
violets a compound as though ethereal
the sky as itself is a miracle
beckoned from its resource placed a ripple
there by concentric zeroes literal
a storm becomes a tree in principle
beneath it a temple as gigantesque
the miracle is opulent wreathing
around around around encircled ring
the pattern of a wheelbarrowing
cycles in the afterward beginning

EINSTEIN AND SHAKESPEARE

Einstein and Shakespeare together as one
as they are seen from earth's window alone
the high notes the particles waving, God,
God the almighty is given a hand,


Such things are god awful one says to each
the multitudes apprising their mercies
go telling themselves they've got nothing
but you, him, her, the antechamber's reach


A stay star the accident and purchase
begetting the business of slaving grace
to help God is nobody's eloquence
the world is a sky without a noose sense

oh, freedom of freedom and bastion love
God is no deus ex machina, rove

OTROS ONCE ESCBIRAN ESCRIBIRRIENSE MI ESTOMAGO SIN hambre

la vanguardia escucha soy la neta
un dicho mejicano de quien sabe que
nos conocemos derechista 
soy grande desde la historia soy che
el cabaret quien sea de algiuenes 
la siguiente estrofa no me la se
todavia andara por el suelo y cabra
captame acepten rivero poesia mala
el desden que se ve reconoce la vaina
la mas grande libertad que hay soy el
tu eres mi imagen yo soy tu lengua 
el oro no alcanzara a brillar ni rumor

EINSTEIN IN THE ETHER

Einstein in the ether starlit eon
adjusts to the temperature vermillion

contours of the ancient galactic clock
tick as though pavement on rock ticks a tock

slipping through finery finer than sand
the mind with its effortless expansion

accrues the look of diamond precision
as though it were a quark in the diamond

mirrored by nothing confirming the hole
black as a thoughtless thought annuls whole ones

to measure a muon numberlessness
must in the ether of nothingness bend

how it can do what must be done next as
tangible removals of leadless scratch

the tongue of time turned each switch to scale
buttons and buttons remembering hail

EINSTEIN AND AN AI ROBOT

    at the Cistene.  Debating the weather

thirteen thousand programs flutter sideways

consist of matter and anti-matter

  arguing hardly, the master abides

 he's wearing a sweater without a collar

  the dust is perceptible and quartzlike

a long row of chairs has grown emptier

 the sweater remains as though theatre

the robot contends there is a grander

being resolved of its knowledge, it panders,

it's willing to do more than a thinker

it can stand on its own in all questions

ah, but the sweater, the sweater thinks on

it has covered the corners of a song