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.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Flashmob



 
Schrecksee 30 x 30 cm acryl/gouache on cotton rag paper by Karin Goeppert


HELLAS (1)

Nervous Greek toilet: delicate
as a maiden aunt’s
belly, hardly able
to keep anything down.
The plumber you sent for
several hours if not
days ago
lured into a card game
at the harbor
finally shows up
with a bag full of excuses
and a few old tools.
And he would say—if he bothered
to explain but certainly not justify
an existence as self-evident
and deserving as his own—
“I am what I am.”
As much Popeye as Zorba,
he scratches his seven day beard.
Almost scratches his balls
before noticing the presence of a female.
Thinks he knows exactly
how to extract what he wants
from what you have.
Your “secretary,” for example.
Turn your back for five seconds
he’s fingering her hemline,
admiring the “material,”
her hands in the air
flapping helplessly
as if trying to dry nail polish.
Human nature or whatever
you want to call it has room
here to stretch,
scratch a musky armpit, sigh,
reach across the table—
a rickety affair, beer coaster
stuck under one wobbly, too short leg—
and grab a few more olives.




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