Day: May 26, 2024

San Francisco from Richard Brautigan

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Richard Brautigan 1935-1984

San Francisco

This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco. The author is unknown.

By accident, you put
Your money in my
Machine (#4)
By accident, I put
My money in another
Machine (#6)
On purpose, I put
Your clothes in the
Empty machine full
Of water and no
Clothes

It was lonely

Richard Brautigan
Born: 30 January 1935, Washington, USA
Nationality: American
Died: September 1984, California, USA

Brautigan was a novelist, poet, and short story writer. He wrote throughout his life, publishing ten novels, two collections of short stories, and four books of poetry, Brautigan began his career as a poet, publishing his first collection in 1957. He continued publishing until 1982

The Abstract Painting by Ad Reinhardt

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The Abstract Painting by Ad Reinhardt

The Abstract Painting
1960-66
Abstract
Oil on canvas
The Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York, USA

Reinhardt devoted his later life, almost exclusively, to the creation of Black Paintings (1953-67). For Reinhardt black itself was an absolute point of abstraction. None of the Black Paintings were ever completely black.

Ad Reinhardt 1913-1967

Ad Reinhardt
Abstract-Expressionism, Modern Art, Hard Edge Painting
Born: 24 December 1913, New York, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 30 August 1967, New York, USA

Reinhardt was an abstract painter, a member of the American Abstract Artists, and part of the movement that became known as Abstract Expressionism. Reinhardt wrote and lectured on art and was a major influence on conceptual art, minimal art, and monochrome painting

Winter Games by David Foster

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David Foster 1949-

Winter Games
1988
New Age

David Foster
Classical Pop
Born: 1 November 1949, Victoria, Canada
Nationality: Canadian

David Foster is a musician, composer, arranger, record producer, and music executive. He chaired Veve Records from 2012—2016. Foster has been nominated for 47 Grammy Awards of which he won 16

Surrealistic Memory of the Master

~ JezzieG
A Garret Poet

Surrealistic Memory of the Master
Form: Glosa

Texte:

Don’t watch the water clock with its membraned wings
or the hard scythe of the allegory.
Always in the air, dress and undress your brush
before the sea peopled with sailors and ships.
~ Federico Garcia Lorca

Don’t watch the water clock with its membraned wings
for memory has no closure inside time
nor can the limbs of delicate flight lift thoughts
of what may have been.

Or the hard scythe of the allegory ~ such
emblems of death deny imagination
as artists shrivel into surrealistic
stained reality.

Always in the air, dress and undress your brush
inhale breaths of colour to caress each line
of idle dreams that remain your creation
in sable whispers.

Before the sea peopled with sailors and ships
and tigresses who dance the flight of the bee
impart the persistence of memory on
the canvas of life

©JezzieG2024

Epitaph by King Crimson

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King Crimson

Epitaph
Album: In the Court of the Crimson King
Date: 1969
Genre: Progressive Rock
Artist: King Crimson

King Crimson were a progressive rock band formed in London in 1968. They drew inspiration from and incorporated a variety of music styles such as classical, jazz, folk, heavy metal, and blues. In the early 1970s, they were a strong influence on the progressive rock movement, inspiring contemporary bands such as Yes and Genesis as well as having their own cult following

Portmanteau (Ragtag Daily Prompt)

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Inspired by and written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, my thanks to Punam

RDP SATURDAY: PORTMANTEAU

Form: The Blitz

Packing up time
Packing the bags
Bags, are there too many?
Bags, will they get lost?
Lost on the way
Lost in flight
Flight to the fantasy
Fight of escape
Escape from everyday
Escape the mundane for a place exotic
Exotic beaches and blue seas
Exotic places far from it all
All new things to explore
All there in a new world
World seen in a glossy magazine
World is the oyster in a shell
Shells collected as souvenirs
Shellfish suppers with moonlit wine
Wine instead of afternoon tea
Wine tastes sweeter when duty-free
Free from the mundane 9 to 5
Freedom on the annual break
Breaking away from city life
Breaking out the suncream
Suncream at home on the bathroom shelf
Suncream if only we’d packed it
It’s one of those things
It can be bought in the resort
Resorts that promise liberty
Resorts crowded by tourists
Tourists seeking to escape
Tourists waiting in line for a bus
Bus to places of interest
Bus following a well-beaten track
Track on our holiday yet we keep it
Tracks to an open trail
Trails left by planes in the sky
Trails and backpacks wave them by
By the river the tents are up
By morning walking the unbeaten path
Paths of mystery away from it all
Paths seeking adventure
Adventure building memories
Adventures stored in snapshots
Snapshots to show reality
Snapshots to inspire the next time
Time to look back
Time to pack the bags and go
Go
Back

©JezzieG2024

Picture Book (Ragtag Daily Prompt)

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Inspired by and written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, my thanks to BushBoy

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Picture Book

Form: Barzeletta

As a child, I went into school
Studying hard on every rule
Ready to make my way in life
And then I met with stress and strife

Anyone can write words in rhyme
Without learning poetic art
You can draw too, but where to start
A pencil line from the first time

Waking up with my face a frown
The nine to five wearing me down
My love of art left far behind
I had lost my way to unwind

Anyone can write words in rhyme
Without learning poetic art
You can draw too, but where to start
A pencil line from the first time

I got some pens, started to write
I got some paint, drawing my sight
Just hobbies purely for pleasure
That’s something you cannot measure

Anyone can write words in rhyme
Without learning poetic art
You can draw too, but where to start
A pencil line from the first time

Images of words or fine-line ink
Opened my mind a chance to think
Now working brings me so much joy
The wonder of art my employ

Anyone can write words in rhyme
Without learning poetic art
You can draw too, but where to start
A pencil line from the first time

©JezzieG2024