BLIMP
“I
didn”t think
they
could sleep in
a blimp,”
she said watching
it floating high
in the sky
over the ball field
like a big fat turtle.
***
David Jackson
Abstract Art 101
Keep adding paint until you get something.
Use shape and form and color to say something different to every observer.
Never finish the work, only abandon it. You’ll rediscover it later.
Don’t accept the first day’s effort.
If you hate it, add paint.
If it’s the wrong color add paint.
Paint until you are satisfied with it or have given up on it or have moved on.
Spend every penny you have on it and then put it up on the net and paint another.
My images are early internet. File size was important then. I have been asked to provide high density images. This is my first. You can scroll around in it and see how much oil paint I wasted. It can also be reproduced
I called it Stairway but you may call it whatever you please. It was painted abandoned for years and painted again. It is 48″ x 24″ on canvas and can be swept away by a mere $1000. If you are in Africa and need to get the General’s Wife’s millions out of the country then I’m your guy.
david michael jackson June 13, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
fluffy dogs poem by Michael Estabrook
one of those fluffy dogs with the thick curly tail
Fall is almost here
and as I drive over the overpass
before the big bend in the road I notice
the train is pulling out of the station,
it’s big white light so bright lighting
up the tracks clearly for them to see.
At the bend in the road,
one of those fluffy dogs
with the thick curly tail is standing there,
simply standing in the road,
not looking at me or thinking
about me, not caring, so
I drive by on my way to work deciding
not to think much about him either.
Now I Lay Me Poem by Seymour Shubin
NOW I LAY ME…
Sleep is easy
Just close your eyes
And
Try not to think
But if you must
Think only happy
Ones, like the time
No that wasn’t so happy
Think of the seashore.
The waves
Think of the waves, count
Them
All right, fifty is enough,
Think of other things
Like the time.
Like the time
Think of pretty things,
Like…like her,
Oh God, now the heart is racing,
Nothing feels comfortable,
Not this bed, the pillow
All right, pillows
Get a drink of water
And one of the pills
Just one more
Stop kidding yourself,
You’ve had one,
Just don’t take another
Mustn’t take another
Count…keep counting
.My God it’s three o’clock.
You shouldn’t have looked at your watch
Shouldn’t have turned on the light and looked at it
On the nighttable.
Tomorrow I promise
No more pills
Just the one more tonight
One more
And not tomorrow
Ok, ok, this one, just this one….
Please God don’t let me
Wake up dead
Now I lay me, the just one more poem copyright 2012 Seymour Shubin
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