13.
with FlowerS yet, Jack laughed
Glimpsed, here
Hero indeed-- !
Though the fool in Carnival HaT
Was just as good!
that was a pretty good painting
at Bryce Canyon.
such a complicated place
with too many parts
Crispin was looking
for a simple whole
to represent it.
Nevada dread--
was Achilles mind
There was the black and white behind
everything, remembered,
and this Western
Jaunt, thing--
She made fun of,
All Together turning
into a bright Heraldry
of Red Villa Wall,
The SimplE GolD
OpulencE of the SuN,
Against a Night in the
Studio coming on,
A Mountain ahead
elicited hope,
the Majestic Sierra
covered still in snow.
14.
He would teach them,
to draw a thing or two.
From Head to Toe.
Who is that woman
that naked Man?
We sought ourselves.
In Memory
or Ideal,
informing a Present,
NoW.
A dreamer awakening
to irony of--
of the just world
we just lived
“Just,” was the problem
Jack couldn’t let go of.
HA! He would lead
that figure
out of the woods,
a shaft of sun
penetrating, would
enlighten some
a seeming spirit personified,
SOme Music
here, da Duh, da Duh,
da Duh,
was the soundtrack of a life
The wonderful simple being--
da Duh, da Duh, da Duh-- it went on
with a Monk’s chanting,
the Reverence of
Crispin Achilles, walking back
into the headlights.
They stepped aside,
the frogs in full force.
Brexx--Krexx,
15.
Art brought these frogs
to Coal Oil Point and here,
through Aristophanes,
the Clouds,
This was the world made by the Walk.
The Allegory of Allegory,
A doubling beyond and
Around the Lagoon.
The world became this but
then it all depended--
look, not much by way of example
here--
I am a part
what of a whole?
Crispin sought
He wanted to write the poem
on the wall.
Henry and Jack in conference thought
they were getting somewhere,
and a story
line would bring it finally together, wed
with symboled level
of kaleidoscopic TumBlinG
he had seen
how the Rothko’s
stripped of their story
faltered, they had stolen the Myth,
the Fire
from within them
and now they seemed decoration
16.
for some Buddhist retreat,
Their own physical power
diminished,
So Akilles would continue the path,
many thought the wrong road
the story, the walk, around the lagoon.
WeSterN LagOOn.
Yes, JacK, could make it up, This Allegory,
of, what was behind
or above, or Below
In feeling-- “The sky, he said,
paint the Sky!”
Divine Madness, she said,
of the Seventh
inspiration from negative parts,
she never saw
much or maybe evaded, the stuff
that joins-- things, the tumbling
Blue, Oranging into Purpling
slate-- and stars.
He had only glanced at the paintings
haphazardly
against the wall
they would try to stop--
were held up against the night,
shored up
against-- life itself, well
bring it on, he motioned
Jack wasnt completely sure.
As he had nothing
but this poem to lose
OH, and the paintings
stored and stacked
away, That was NighT too,
It was all related
to the two Henry’s
He put them on the computer
and revolved
them round.
NIGhT STUdIO turning round--
17.
to blue silhouette,
some genius of the sea--
maybe Ideal shade
FigurE that puts it all together,
and mimicks, the EaRth
revolving, through.
Prophesy
spoken! --that he had opened his mouth,
Mysterious shiver and shake,
No SpookY,
remembering,
the lonely anxiety
of moments,
to SinG and
passing, alone, here
providing the motion, to turn
carnival atmosphere into
Mexican night,
death and beauty.
Achilles/ Shield and--
clap of hands, there!
It was all in an order of BeautY
Floating, shifting, meaning,
if any at All.
NOT WanTing To LeaVE.
There the gOd was!
Crispin was Off--
stepping out!
A journey of Profane
Chaos, and Error--
searching for the sacred moments
passing the Temples
creating the Altars, on this long
and lonesome road.
You FoOl, even YoU--
Jack saw the BeAutY.
The BeauTy created the BeaUty.
That you were here,
missed the Day--
THE BEAUTY
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