Edward Hopper Sketchbook

A wonderful insight into the mind and workings of Edward Hopper through his sketchbooks , illustrating and describing a process of creativity that evolved into his paintings that resonate so well with in there look and narrative and if you have not come across him yet i urge you to do so.

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hope you enjoy this as much as me as i would love to delve through the pages and become intimate with the completed works

carpetbagger venom

he was a splinter off a dollar bill

the rest broke up and devoured

by the man of the bank,

leaving as an innocent,

chevrolet voyaged south to el paso

under skies that had stars,

his waking

close to sunland park mall,

tight block of stores,

determined to prove her wrong

thrum of ac motel anthem,

dreams a sour bed of flowers,

as he strived for a spiritual arc,

life had a repetoire

of giving and deceiving

now he would turn the tide,

life’s quick dimensions

could not be measured accurately,

singing on the sidewalk

his prey everywhere,

smiling softly chewing gum

that had forgotten it’s  spearmint taste,

his time was now

Graves, Morris waking-walking-singing-in-the-next-dimension-1979

 

escape, con, defraud, runaway , divorce, foreclose

 

illustration 9

ants loud enough

close to his head,

reprieve of summer cool

as he lay under his cart

pushed for close to a mile

finding geography

awkward to place

despite being his city once,

his mind a squoze larvae

thoughts brief as a snakes hiss,

irritable tongue of weeds,

lying still

close to impossible,

underpass old concrete walls

tagged by youth

more used to shooting than talking

overhead cars heat and horses,

smells nasal reverberations

he would feel quieter

if at the bottom of a lake

where on it’s silted bed

with fishes as companions

devouring algae from his closed  eyes,

heat would be gone

and his mind would make sense,

the moon did not bring night rain,

eventually he stood

rocking on heels

than began to walk

this time he would find the start

of his journey

dazzling abstract

i am a prophet

with rolled up trousers

and open jacket,

i have heard violins in Paris

yet with smudged knees

before you entranced,

voice of pale sherbet

snare drum indulgence,

you took me  to the rooftops

overlooking fullest sea,

i wrote to the back of my skull

with it’s literary granite lesions,

flew with sunrise

alien chorus comes as

if both worlds imitate,

i wanted your eyes

before then went to sleep

to see the bondage we feel,

your spell fell on my ear

resistance would only be sorrow,

then to the shrieking jungle

riffs and strums

break the brittle shell on my heart

nymph and satyr

platter of desire,

i clutch the glittering prize

jazz, beat, poetry, media, club, lust

Ponytail by Last Exit, http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/

music, style, art, life, dream

incredible saboteur

bones where our fathers sleep

forgotten beneath the stairs,

theater of the virgin daughter has begun

left the abyss

rode naked beneath a harvest sky,

flowers once cast upon the river

caught by rising fishes

their illiterate world

tensed and sure,

this has to be the darkest season

of blood not drawn by knife

but fear of the morning hill,

normal day without monsters

forged on sleeping mental despair,

no amount of her is aimless,

violets had been crushed on the lawn

buzzards had become trapped in

rivers sediment,

wrapped in fabric woven with

delusion and anagrams of what

love should of brought,

bands of gold encircle retinas flourish,

she has found a new way

more than chromosomes shared with

other mammals,

she raises a visible alarm,

society dissected under assured touch

and found the moon wanting,

no more to be buried side by side

eternal would be joy and dance,

then we sleep

horizons last echo

april sky so soon

drifting on a serpents tail,

leave things unsaid

as land sloop nods it’s sails

passing by

current winds darkly,

past rises and falls

heart regains soft perfume

and patient curve of dreams,

the dose of milky words is measured

and watch strong veins yield,

fertile nymph swift winged

with gentle reprimand and sweet caress

each phrase an anchor

she is the earth i sought

connect and chains alike rendered

into length across the gulf

range to stars and hand shaped sun,

beam downward facing light

it’s shift as hot  as a hammer strike,

layers heat stripped back

pool of her shine

into a naked dance

witnessed by constellation

who appraised and agreed,

becoming fugitives

beyond a shouting earth

we fled on the arch

of freedoms ray