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.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Born to be wild

Van Gogh - Weizenfeld mit Raben - Wheatfield with Crows

TRUE CRIME (volume one)

Throwing apples at passing cars
was just one of many enormities, plus
shoplifting for the fun of it, that’s right,
with cash in my pocket, only to be caught
with one foot out the door, “You’re under
arrest,” said the foaming-at-the-mouth grocery clerk
in red apron to an 11 year old boy, climbing through
unscreened windows looking for petty cash,
barbecued potato chips, any amusing fire-arms
that might be gathering dust, jumping from Joe
Rolondone’s rooftop onto his front lawn before
during and after splitting a six of Colt 44 Talls
because we wanted to be stunt-men or cat burglars
on the French Riviera when we grew up, French
kissing an eighth grader when I was like in the 9th
and feeling kind of shitty about it afterwards, taking
advantage that is of a younger woman whose heart
wasn’t really in it or not as much as her tongue was
in my mouth, although she started it, running naked
across Sun Valley shopping mall and “mooning” anybody
who might actually think my pimpled ass was worth
a look, watching Myra Breedlove
taking a shower through a pair of stolen binoculars, ripping
off lines from T.S. Eliot and using them any way I please,
smoking a joint at lunch time with my future wife
on the rooftop of a San Francisco office building
then making out on company time, and doing
that a lot, lifting a bottle of obviously expensive
Bordeaux from the executive dining room of a
Major Corporation in East Lancing, Michigan, filling in
the gaps of our library with permanently over-due books
from other libraries, not caring what time it was
and not knowing the difference between late, early and punctual,
forging the birth certificates of presidents, taking
an oath of office myself on a Gideon’s Bible swiped from
a Tupelo, Mississippi (birth place of Elvis) motel room in 1983. 

Born to be Wild
Excerpt from the movie 
Music by Steppenwolf

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