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, October 23, 2016

Pity and Terror


untitled 34 x 16,5 cm gouache/oil pastel





PITY & TERROR

Closing my eyes
I manage to hit the ball anyway,
slide into first, pull a groin
muscle, limp away to scattered,
mildly ironic applause—an off-duty
cheerleader offers me a
pastiche of smile/frown plus
a touch of desire/disgust overlap—
some girls are really good at that look—
but windows of opportunity being
sometimes microscopic if not mythic
she just as quickly takes it back;
I’m hanging from a cross
between Tony Curtis and Kirk Douglas—
it’s all fake but it hurts anyway—
while Stanly Kubrick stands in front of us—
he’s highly pissed off, by the way, frustrated,  
every inch the Unappeasable Maestro;
a trailer
in Kentucky
flickers softly in swamp light,
a woman emerging through the door,
one enormous body part following the other—
she’s holding one of the hounds
of hell by its collar—in her other hand
a sawed-off shotgun—I give her
the pizza I’m delivering
then float off on fumes of crystal meth; you
told me you saw a stranger, a girl
in her twenties, twice in one day
when you were
in Frankfurt—the first time after a showing
of Schindler’s List—she was sitting on the curb
out front, cry-heaving with grief—and the second
time in a techno club, her slender, sweaty body
changing color constantly under strobe lights—
this is how we get through, this is how
we deport pain and sorrow to a back lot
knowing they will return and not caring—
but you never told me
why you were in Frankfurt just then
or never seem to get what you need from life. 






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