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.

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Sunday, August 7, 2016

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends


Abendsee - Eveninglake 19,5 x 29,5 cm acryl/coffee on watercolour paper c/o Karin Goeppert






HUNTER GATHERERS
                                        
                                       Want to make us happy? Give us something to obsess on.

I know someone who collects mail boxes. Rural routes, Missouri.
Lock it up.

A woman, an acquaintance of mine, who scours
East-central Europe for Soviet era sex manuals—
a joint venture I’m in the midst, the mist, the miasma
of reconsidering.
Pull it back.

And there are some haunters of public libraries
who, forgetting to eat, faint over back issues
of Cahiers d’ Cinema or New Poetics, Volume XXIII.
Show it off.

A desire to acquire scratchy fuzzy echoes of music/
oral epics last heard live in a small corner of the Persian empire—
lock it up—

in a dead language, no less, preserved on thread-bare tape
   in an Austin, Texas vault.
Lock it up. Pull it back. Show it off. Lock it up. Defend it
to the death, if need be, against all those who couldn’t care less.  




Monday, June 30, 2014

The White Stripes and the Thirty Year War

untitled 50 x 64 cm oil/ink/oilpastel






AS IF…
                                                         for Heinrich Heine                

As if we were on stage together     
with Jack White and a recently resur-
rected Jimmi Hendrix and were strumming
some strange tandem guitar-like thing  
as Jimmi and Jack struggled to keep up  
an assortment of groupies oiled and ready 
and sandwiches and cold beer awaiting us                                                                       
backstage the entire retinue impossibly high

as if the morning were like a girl on
one of those vast expensive sidewalks
in the Kurfürstendamm and mounted
atop a stack of pallets she’s munching
strawberries in voluptuous slow-mo
as if she were all alone in the world
as if we were all alone in the world as

if five of your best enemies were hanging  
from various fruit trees in the front yard
as if the aftermath of a battle fought  
in the Thirty Years War had taken up exactly  
half of your property as if your neighbors were   
scandalized by all this unexpected mayhem    
as if what they thought mattered anyway.





The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army