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, February 28, 2016

My Earlier Life as a Vampire


Blauer Spaziergang - Blue Walk 38,5 x 48,5 cm pastel by Karin Goeppert





MY EARLIER LIFE AS A VAMPIRE

The first girl whose throat
I had designs on was one
of our baby sitters. Her plump
pale neck was studded with pretty moles.

So whenever she blushed or flushed
I felt like an oil man scratching the
sand at the edge of an oasis, simply dying
to sink my drill into that rich lode. Yes, there were

teeth marks, but I swear, your honor, I
drew not one drop of her sweet blood.
Being older now, deeply mired in middle-age, I’m over
all that, and yet…I’d go for Anne Hathaway

in a pulse beat when she plays amorous Jane Austen  
long alabaster throat exposed in gowns plunging perilously
or as Meryl Streep’s factotum (deeply V-necked sweaters)
or fetchingly short-haired Liv Tyler (all lips, eyes, but mainly neck)

in a Robert Altman flick set in the South. Ethics? I’m a connoisseur
not a philosopher—well, not really—philosophy has its attractions—
or some philosophers, anyway—the vandals, the belligerents—
and I probably won’t get a stake in the heart


so much as a classic spike heel, or its contemporary cousin
the muddy cleat of her soccer shoe. But not even that
will happen. I’ve retired. I’ll have to be satisfied with scrambled
eggs flame-thrown with tabasco, reading Nietzsche till dawn burns through my curtains.




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