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, April 12, 2015

Stoned Again


 
Fast da! - Almost there! 38,5 x 28,5 cm c/o Karin Goeppert


THE REAL LIFE

is a pill that if ingested will illuminate every leaf on every tree
   in the Garden of Abshard,
famed for its orchards, poets, and the restorative powers of its water.   
Or: a train station in provincial Austria, which may be redundant,
so: a train station in Austria.
The shabby genteel restaurant within.
Sweaty citizens gorging on blood pudding  
and ambiguous potato dumplings floating in porcelain bowls of clear broth.
After which schnapps is called for by a man dressed in Lederhosen
while in the bathroom the ghost of Thomas Bernhard pukes into a sink.
“The hairy skin of only the plumpest raspberries is used to make our schnapps.”

Did you know that Shakespeare invented the word “pewk?”
And when was the last time you heard the designation “shabby genteel”
applied to something or someone?
James Joyce?
The back streets of Charleston, S.C.?
My grandmother’s living room?

What if “the real life” doesn’t mean anything anymore either?
Or maybe the really real, at this moment in time anyway,
                                                    is a walk to the store. Along the way  
                                 a creek, and a pot-holed gravel path
                   down which a languid girl in a straw hat, smoking a jazz cigarette,  
saunters by, singing a song none of us will ever hear again.


 Some cool music after read more!


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