Poetry & Truth
Those mean texts worthy to traverse through tough sledding. I said to her, when
she spared enough Time to walk the Eastern Shore, to ungrapple herself long
enough from her own course, the graphs & texts, as we looked over & saw the
young punks sprawled out on the grass, smoking, lonely, wanting knowledge
knowing so little, that they [...]
Senses Rising Upward
Upward flies our sense; thus it is a parable of
our body, a parable of elevation. – Nietzsche
Yellow-shafted flicker darts across my line of vision from thorn tree to cliff ledge
animating crown of rock face. Cold February day sighting a bird not seen in
years. Possibly resorting to those indigestible red berries starlings, mockingbirds,
& even [...]
Paris Without End, the Novel
Some call this shadow I’m Brailing walls in Paris down rue Jacob night, having
satisfied both cultural & sexual curiosity, within visual pulse of the neon deus ex
machinas, reptilian instincts keen to the jazz dizzying dervishing whirlwind Id.
Again, limestone weight of Time coupled with glass desublimation of the [...]
Bastille Day in America
Swung toward work enclosures today as I ironed my linen shirt, a shirt one
doesn’t wear to work, say, leather factory with its massive dyeing wheels & dryer
belts, or soon enough fish with its saws could cut a man’s arm up to here; then
meat, where the difference in temperature between what lands in [...]
My Friends & I
It was a regal dove I caught sight of on the limb of a small oak, huge in the
throat, calling his mate in his monogamous mourning, but causing a ruckus
among the other birds fluttering around trying to mimic his masterful intonation.
Ledge stones chimed in, & the Cape Brindisi, docked across the way, [...]
Everlasting Celestial & Terrestrial Dynamics
I.
We’re steps from the ocean: 150 for her, 142 for moi. Woke less than two hours
into summer digging the energy all around earth & universe. Turned the light on
at 3:40 in the morning & opened a notebook that seemed exactly ten-years old,
what with all the paraphernalia stuck in between front [...]
Face the World
Kind, at three dollars a bottle wine I pick up three bottles of here in Portland,
while in NYC that fine 2007 Joel Gott Zinfandel cost seven Times that, & for
good reason. Kathleen’s favs at the Bacon show were the accessible Study for
Portrait of Van Gogh VI & late 1988 Rothko-influenced Blood on Pavement.
Give [...]
My Notebook
by Robert Gibbons
Got my notebook from København, an almost mystic writing pad welcoming
words down as if knowing from whence it traveled across continent across ocean
across like-minded minds, to be thought of so at the museum there before the
Ernst, say, or the Man Ray, the Moleskin is the legendary notebook used by
European artists & thinkers [...]
The Missed Encounter
by Robert Gibbons
Stone monuments. One moves, as if alive, & stops, gigantic face near the ground.
Another rises before me, an obvious tomb – for an artist – some of his bronzes
displayed, attached to the stone. Angles & wedges, miniature chairs & doorstops,
& then a series of abstractions like those of Matisse at the [...]
Waking Time
by Robert Gibbons
Beautiful darkness & clarity are abstracts of winter, intimacy or loneliness its
realities without exact disambiguation. Night falls, & the mind & body form a
juncture for images, faces, theriomorphic archetypes, colors & tones, subtleties.
Would one want to shorten the season by a second, nor elongate it? At Equinox
balance wavers, waking Time back up [...]