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