Cyclical Wordplay
Cyclical Wordplay Artwork
On the Artwork
On the Artwork
By using a spontaneous form of action painting, without touching the brush to the paper at any time, three different shades of paint; gold, white and black, are used to emphasize free form, spontaneous creative expression not only in the written word, but in the space that it occupies. This method of action painting which withholds all contact with brush and medium excites notions of letting pure spontaneity occur through the open-ended natural course of creation taking shape out of human hands (in the air).
This representation of the spontaneous action of free form creativity in writing makes the viewer look at the entire page as one unified expression in the creative form of the particular written piece, whereby the empty space defines the writing as much as the words expressed on the page. Those who habitually write freehand, especially free form, improvisational writers, know that the limited size and type of paper (e.g. whether there are lines, creases, folds, graphics, etc.) inevitably divides up the rhythm of open-ended spontaneous expression.
By utilizing circular objects, such as plastic compact disc panels and other circular objects, I have used a method of action painting where I flit a paint-covered brush repeatedly to introduce a dense splatter effect over a circular form in order to regard the fact that all writing is inevitably formed by the shape of the letter, word and sound through which its expression carries. Another method of action painting brought me to form sizeable globs of paint in shape of an oval, especially at the end of a tail of paint or alone, confirming the universal truth that with free form, spontaneous movement, all form inevitably assumes a circularity (or cyclicality), as represented in the oval, sphere and all other circular formations found in nature that are central to the creative essence of form.
The center of the artwork details a line with a globular oval end protruding into a circular form. This marriage of two different methods of action painting, spraying over a concretized foreign object and allowing natural shapes to occur, is the central image in the piece, which glorifies human intent metaphorically through many complementary symbols, as in the sperm and the egg among others. The globular oval and thick line formed near to the core image represents a leading expression, passing away from the center’s concretized circular form, from which the rest of the paint devolves as miniscule spatial occupations on the page. The rest of the action painting signifies the importance of relatively negligible marks defining a whole expression of greater density and presence.
Note:
The process of creating this piece: freehand spontaneous writing on notepads, transcribing writings onto a computer, editing form of writing into conventional poetics, typing out each piece onto self-prepared craft paper, stitching together each page into a wall mural (or spatial literature), action painting, re-configuring the entire spatial layout page-by-page, photographing and scanning each page, designing the end artwork via computer software
Preamble
Preamble
Opening the page to experimental, improvised writing which emphasizes and attempts a most strict depiction of the spontaneous nature of mind can be perceived with harrowing aspiration in the realm of continuity; that is flipping the page.
As a forewarning of sorts, this collection of writing, as devised for readership, is the result of an editing which has purpose in giving the spontaneous flow of mental activity form. While attempting to convey the refreshing action of letting go, all structure and boundary and, in sense, constructs of mind are dissolved.
The writing asks many questions to the reader: Where do we place ourselves as we remain glued to the mirror image of our world? When do we notice that the contour and shape of the mirror-image reflected into our minds is in fact an artificial; that is reflective function, as opposed to a direct sight? How do we understand and make observations into the absolved outpouring of mental fruition through a most basic, almost instinctual, resonance with words as mere vessels of human energy? How can we instill in the reading a sense of self, a theatrical play of noticing self as natural form, spontaneously resolved and perceived in the moment?
The title of the collection “Cyclical Wordplay” brings to light the foundational nature of creation as a cyclical process, with rhythmic momentum in a constant transition between renewal and decomposition. The idea “Wordplay” refers to a notion that words can be as sounds on an instrument, simply meant to be full to the brim with a particular feeling and raw emotion/thought/idea/sensation through which it is able to carry into a context of form and meaning. So, in a sense, we can conceive of words' symbolic sound, through which the newfound impression of the given moment may relay its inward need to express itself in a very subtle form; through a word. Each individual reader is as an instrument through which that symbolic sound or word idea is carried and resonates with a new meaning each time, according to the particular temperament and character of the individual, allowing that symbolic sound or meaning to carry through them as its basic vibration.
Improbability in Upswing
…hiccup
to remove their belts
and mold the swoons in their cash for laughs
to engross the love for play in workaholic dreamers
sitting lax on a moonwalk bud
rotting in the melt of a half-digested corpse
each cannot stop
…hiccup
oncoming painful throat
Drone seating
waved
behind thick glassed highs
in the giggling aftershow gloom of the warm winter sky
brewing wry wisps of blue
the craving moon
loses its grip and drizzles
into the mirage click
of a computer stare
drone and despair
behind me
the woman’s leg
Lonesome day of movement
as another hairy, greased band shines
reckless before the arrow spy
and his envisioned grave
who hails cabs
in the Siberian gruel of angry change
as we ransack the factories of uproarious disrepair
and the mechanistic bored train crashes
killing the meagre European glance
into the frantic rush of civilized absence
lonesome day of movement
through spider web sands
and drunken coasts
of blood red remorse
filing in by the pulp fiction pages
breeding scummy eyes that talk in kisses
and swoon on the porch of another early breakfast
groom who wails curiously at night for the pub dreary life
that awaits
after the cut string of golden dreams seethes and falls
to the ash of the smoky avalanche noon
in Canada’s hibernation mind
of the un-bloomed
and unborn
wenches who lament
the dry phantom queen and her uncaring cool sleeping high
with simple touches of the grave beyond
landing in sun croaked alien poverty
my first wishes grow callous
at the knock of a burnt vegetable gum
that sneaks into the cracks of layered skin
beaming with the color of a white night
turning in late with the last nest of wild being
unloved rhythms, fuming with uninspired dread
as we caress the lung wired cane
of bone sweat
carved merciless into the roaming wood
that answers in black hills
and a flat womb of earth
Northern mind
and unfettered thought
swung music
intensified in the intimate romantic environment
ideal collection of the two-bodied
trailing waves in the ocean
of serene all-encompassed feeling
silently bringing the visions of the blessed to realized heights
in amnesic bliss
hearing only the fizzing of a tongue
sifting through the hydrated glory of a deep violet sight
darkly fixed inside the arborescent wilderness
to the foreign drum of an impenetrable toxicity
left unconsumed and needed by feet
lit under concrete sustained magic
of the urban disillusioned
northern mind
bringing in the steady rings of a consciousness
prepared as the instrument of a government culture
performing the theatrical stronghold
of minority no-release
a fish-burdened town of extracted marrow
through procedural temperaments
that go un-led and steam up
with chaotic strictures
that demean the meaning
of man and woman
or masculine-feminine time
Leaving nowhere
leaving
The last sound
that lent meaning
to the claustrophobic business
of airline sleeping
ear-foam music
and the idle screams
of the thoughtless few
who seek convenience
in the cinematic religion
of mass transportation
headless visibility
and divined mapping
swallowing the cloud
shifted lightning ground
with ruinous might
cutting through the immense distance
of our freed land
only bonded
under the wishful terror
as incantations
released
to feed the public deities.
Canadian night
Another worldview
at dawn's sacrificial wading
a groove sweetly prized
as the relative truth of our frantic, overgrown hallucination
in sickening respite
from the earliest lame vanity
before the show appears
as human death
powerless to the mold
resounding to an inner frequency
deranged sad laughter
groaned thick in a sumptuous tumult
under the prying talons
a delectable fire answers in blues-swing hoodlum homes
temporary as the submissive
upbringing of one purifying lash
rending the nerve-wracked fingers
of torturous warring
within the Nile’s tantrum phase
skinny, lingering smoke fix
and we eye the 99 names
to the moment's reaching up
to the negative female symbol
comrade against these forbidden culturati
timed to the arrival of the outdoor preacher
worshipping the lost dead
world of stone and writing.
Desert history
and hash car
southern California
advertised with Middle-Eastern lies
and slick forgotten self-conceived prophecy
the modern mental pandemic
vanishing without place
in the cyber-sphere trenches
of the eternally unrelenting
first world wars imbibed
through consumptive passivity
on the boulevard’s torched singularity
in this beginning decade of solar functionality
from the cyclic foundation of space
as a pulsating inverted birthing
as creative inhalation
that speaks in visual tongues
through an ocean-sky
horizontal corridor
leading to the sixth direction
to the place where spirits roam
into boundary dissolution
of the fear-shed community
snakeskin brethren -
whose psychedelic vision
embraces the twelve possible cults
whose 7-year round occurs
with silent motionless inception
during a four-year journey
merely waiting
for the black hole diffusion
of the one impossible
drop through Mt. Hozomeen
where Kerouac learnt to fall
and be outside of the doing
that seemed
towards endogenous entropy
yet instead formulated
as the perception of the staff
Challah,
fabled source of life
for the intuitive-
incensed few
in their Indic caves
breeding the children
of originality
led through a piercing spine-tipped pencil
The Mythic West
dimming only with the muse’s laughing dream
and her unreasonable echoing, cries
sharing the eagle’s pride
yet destroyer of all
symbolized
working lazy
in the shallow stream of clarity
and eating free
in Mexican dreadlock bustle
the generosity of a chanting mage
inspired by love for the Tree
that spreads roots
of the mollified earth
whose giving breathes iridescent crystalline surety
under a city lain bare as a leafless twig
in the winter of human occupation
over the frigid glare of our northern memories
fickle, as we approach a secondary wisdom
understood from blind precepts
that erase the open wounds found in deep cleansing
and spiritual promise
as the uncovered subconscious recollection redeems the sordid impositions
in the process of multi-generational
trauma and becoming
able to revisit the relaxed state of the Child
admiring the Parent
as incarnation of a dream-character
belonging only known through tribulations of self-awareness
interred thoroughly with Helpers
revealing their self
as not-other
same aspect of you
and bled into one with a Taste
that experience grounds world delusion
in the volatile expression of profaned monotheistic truth!
the explosive ruins of the loquacious mind
react to a lunar philosophy
(on oriental calendar time)
that stresses the dissonant way
of relation, as earthly direction
towards the celestial tune
sounding echoes of reason
into the joint-sparked play of seeing
the folded circulatory reflection
in external light
as spoken epic
interdependent
with the meaning of one
question.