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, May 7, 2017

The Greatest

Midnight Stroll ink/gouache on cotton rag paper by Karin Goeppert





HELLAS (2)

I didn’t swallow the fly
and I’m glad. Principle
as much as disgust. And the smell
of pines I will never forget,
like the last words of an old friend,
almost gone, one way or the other,
about what she will never forget.
Temple of Poseidon nothing but
a few chunks of marble embedded in dirt.
Across the gulf
the lemon groves of Galatas
in a grid of irrigation gutters
the mountains behind them
sharp-edged
like unearthed implements
from some epic blood-bath.
Tree-climbing goats.
American students puking over the side of a party boat.
Who wasn’t having fun?
The light told me of white cubic shapes, differing shades of blue,
how shade itself had differing shades of blue
the light in Greece
an authority on many subjects
saturating my glass of bathtub retsina
in the kitchen/living room of our
impoverished landlord & -lady
a fly drowning inside it.
You tried to make me drink it all down
so as not to insult the hospitality of these fine people.
Even then you were a force to reckon with,
implement sometimes—the force—manage a little
but never rule:
years of applied technique
trial and error
most kinks
massaged out
with just enough residual weirdness
to keep things interesting
or a little surprise at breakfast: did she say that?
Hmmm, she’s still got it. 
We were twenty-something
back then. Didn’t know asses from elbows. But
so close to happy it couldn’t help but touch us.




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