Currently reading/enjoying/watching....
This page about the star life cycle from NASA. This helped me write a poem last week, "Novae," but I keep returning to read more.
This poem, “Made for TV,” by Kathleen Kirk (on StorySouth).
Also this poem, “Breakfast for Supper,” by Christine Stewart-Nunez.
This interview with artist Mary Carlson on Bomb’s blog. Carlson makes some fabulously weird sculptures (check out her Saints and Demons work--WOW!), but I especially love her porcelain Flowers.
And this new process video from Robert Josiah Bingaman (I wrote about his process videos and gorgeous work before). It spawned an interesting conversation I had on Twitter with a few other artists and creative folk....I was asking them a question about poems, which I’ll now ask you. Upon watching this video, I was struck by how many hours (196!!) went into this painting, how many months, and how many layers. I loved watching Bingaman’s underpainting, and how that shaped the final image as we see it.
I was wondering--is there some sort of underwork present within all pieces of art, whether or not it is visible? I’ve never spent even more than 5 hours on an individual poem (more on my collection, now that I think of it---many hours on organizing/arranging, and many more to come), but I wonder if some of the energy from the first images/words on the page survives editing.
What do you think? Is there “underwork” in what you create? And what are you reading/enjoying?
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Friday, October 26, 2012
Monday, February 7, 2011
Cut Once
Cut Once
Pick up your saws, your scissors, your swords,
for today we cut.
Decisions are incisions. Moving forward and
pulling away from.
The painter’s tape is hugging the woodwork,
a bandage, blue frosting.
Paint on the brush, brush on the wall. Go.
Pound the hammer
like a gavel, put the nail inside the plaster.
This pomegranate,
this avocado, this pineapple. Slice it in half
and eat. You won’t
get it wrong, you can’t. Order the entree that
you cannot pronounce.
Out with the stitches. Send it. Call them. Ask
for the thing you want
most, you know you want to. Admit it. Say
what you did not say
even if you say it to the dog, to yourself alone
in the car, driving.
Pick up your saws, your scissors, your swords,
for today we cut.
Decisions are incisions. Moving forward and
pulling away from.
The painter’s tape is hugging the woodwork,
a bandage, blue frosting.
Paint on the brush, brush on the wall. Go.
Pound the hammer
like a gavel, put the nail inside the plaster.
This pomegranate,
this avocado, this pineapple. Slice it in half
and eat. You won’t
get it wrong, you can’t. Order the entree that
you cannot pronounce.
Out with the stitches. Send it. Call them. Ask
for the thing you want
most, you know you want to. Admit it. Say
what you did not say
even if you say it to the dog, to yourself alone
in the car, driving.
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