One exquisite corpse

Deadly and debriefed,
Driving in reverse.
One exquisite corpse,
Piloting the hearse,

Hands upon the wheel,
Steering every one.
One exquisite corpse,
Body parts undone.

Marbled paper

Adrift, a draft, a raft,
A stationary float,
A water color craft,
A psychedelic boat.

Art’s ungraded fine or coarse
Beauty’s rated just a force
God from man the great divorce

Your art more of an aid to illustrate your speech,
An anchor for your spell spoken out of reach.

“Excavation”, 1950, by Willem DeKooning

Repositioned matter,
One partitioned whole,
Brushstroke, drip, or spatter,
Tension in control.

Until you see the twins as art,
By masters of illusion,
You’ll presuppose they fell apart
Midst all the confusion.

From above His artistry,
Modeled there each little pea,
Spaced out, placed so perfectly,

Stretched his heaven by decree.
Here below we clearly see,
Symbols of eternity.

Isaiah 45:12 – “I made the earth and created man on it; it was my hands that stretched out the heavens, and I commanded all their host.”

Breath and reach.
Replay the day.
Silent speech,
Reform dismay.
Fill the breach,
In beauty’s way.

A stride along confusion
Art tempers vision strong
Along it’s own illusion
Claims space with a song.

Art’s presumed.
Art’s been granted.
Art in each of us is planted.
Until this truth we realize.
We’re seeing art through others eyes.

Art may be flat.
Art may be round.
Music is just art with sound.
Art will range from weak to strong.
Awful art is art gone wrong.

You start with art
You end with it,
And in between you make it fit.
Carelessness you must avoid,
Unless your mind is so employed.

Popped your art
May gain some view.
Popping art’s what many do.
Today popped art provides pretense
Regardless of your audience.

Shocked art comes
From over popping.
Popping’s easier than stopping.
Art is popped and shocked no doubt.
So popped and shocked art’s most pooped out.