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, August 25, 2019

Entropy


 
Axelmannstein 100 x 80 cm / acrylic on canvas - c/o Karin Goeppert





ENTROPY

He used to tool around
on his vintage Vespa
with his Korean girl friend
now she’s gone and he’s
leaning over his walker somewhat
surprised by it all staring at my wife
the one thing that hasn’t changed
about him he likes small women
she says because he’s small
and now he’s even smaller
the trees look like they’ve aged
about fifty years in this heat
too shriveled up like bacon
and the wine dealer’s losing his jawline
in folds of whiskery flesh still
we haven’t talked in about
ten years because I think he’s
an unrepentant asshole
and although physical erosion
hasn’t added to his appeal he is
after having dumped his wife and two kids
fucking a lanky yoga instructor
told you he was an asshole
but here I am anyway trying to
lever indignation against envy
while both my knees are going kaput
slowly like they have all the time in the world
to disintegrate on their way to nowhere
and Karin’s hip and one of her knees freeze up
when she takes the stairs
like a peg-legged pirate
and what I mostly like to do
if you discount drinking cold beer
and eating sumptuous mountain food
after hiking all day is to
take naps whenever an opportunity arises
but spirituality someone says with an almost straight face
spirituality will save you every time
but is that better than a room full of English majors braiding
each other’s hair while a jukebox plays the Top Ten of our youth?





Sunday, August 11, 2019

It's magic


 
Sideways 120 x 100 x 1,8 cm c/o Karin Goeppert



ADJUSTMENT

I have to knock myself down a peg.
Who else can? Some honcho right out
of Iowa who always falls off his bike, then writes
haiku about the gorgeousness of his tattoos? I don’t think so.
Justice is a do-it-yourself proposition or nothing at all.
A mission statement. Clearing bullshit out of the stables.
Beheading the babbling hydra within.
Being nicer to my wife, e.g., not peeing on the toilet seat, etc.
Research from reliable sources informs me that
if I don’t make such an adjustment, an embryo
of parasitical self-regard just might escape its pod,
weighing down the planet with too much me.
I know, you’re probably thinking of Mind Flayer
in Stranger Things. The second nastiest
motherfucker on television. And, dear reader, you’d be right.
Things can always get ugly. The way a presidential
news conference gets ugly. There’s something literally
modular about you and I—were you aware of that?—so we reach inside
like a mechanic working the valves of a pick-up
broken down on the side of a road some  
where in Montana. A small white clapboard house
in a clearing. A farmer swinging on his front porch with the wife,
so perplexed by our presence—in a slow adjustment of his own—he’s not
sure whether to offer refreshments or grab his assault rifle.