In this blog we will share with you our vision of beauty, balance, harmony.

As Mark Leach writes in his book Raw Colour with Pastels: “Sound is all around us, and it is musicians who refine that sound into something of beauty. As a painter, I have always felt that my purpose is to craft colour in a similar way, to see through the confusion and seek harmony and beauty.”

And we add: Words, fragments of sentences, spoken noise is all around us, and Ken arranges words in such a way as to capture beauty in the accidental, the ambient soundtrack of life.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Primary Colors

Island Hopping 27 x 19 cm









TO A WAITRESS IN A GREEK RESTAURANT

I really like your plastic bra straps.
They do something, um, just right
for your  shoulders. Is that your old man
out there, smashing an octopus, our dinner, perhaps, against a rock?
Do you like octopus?  Stupid question, of course you do. I’ll bet
your favorite movie scene is the one in which Zorba
leaps up, show-off that he is, and starts dancing
a mighty “Yes!!!” to life. Charming, and it doesn’t seem to
matter to most viewers that a Greek everyman
is played by a Mexican actor with an Irish name,
but the point is, what I really don’t want to
say but should, actually the point is, dear
girl — you can’t be older than 19 or 20,
right?—what about schedule delays,
corruption of every shape and configuration,
what about hot, mosquito-crazed 
nights in a cheap Piraeus hotel  
room with its noisy, ineffectual 
attempt at air conditioning?
An occasional slap dash of Nordic structure just might, um,
bring a degree of order(yawn, scratch)to this white-washed, creamy, garlicky
Orthodox life-style we find ourselves in the midst of,
the retsina and fried squid, the casual disregard for traffic laws,
the way a cruel sunset once stained
the white domes of Ios
a delicate, girlish pink
further enhanced by the special effects of substance abuse
and everything so cheap(at least
in 1984 when this poem, as it were, takes place)—
which leads me to the obvious conclusion that,
given a choice, I’d opt for the oral compulsive 
over the anal retentive anytime:
desire lives the anarchy of its own laws.
I’ve studied this issue. The hand that smashed
octopus against rock is now delivering
our glasses of on-the-house ouzo, and here’s my wife
just come back from the Lady’s
her face with “you bastard” written all over it,
and so I wish you a good night,
and a good life, whatever your name is, everything will be fine.
This is the future speaking. Everything will be. 





Zorba the Greek
from the movie by  Mihalis Kakogiannis
based on the book by Nikos Kazantzakis
with Anthony Quinn, Alan Bates and Irene Papas

2 comments:

  1. Ha, very nicely put together. Enjoyed! Kali spera! Ruthie x

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