Monday, September 13, 2010

Pollack, Miles and the Goddess of Love


What’s random
about the size of the canvas
the choice of color
Or brush to use?

It’s the pause between the notes
that counts

So he flicks
And he splats
Until space is filled
just exactly enough

Entropy so certain
Must be carefully planned


Have you ever measured negative space?



It’s been decades
since anyone
created anything
really new.

Coffee houses are corporate
Young girls are sexualized
And that Gameboy is more real
than what’s outside the car window.

So she rides up the elevator
removes her clothing
and contemplates the beige carpet
of the empty conference room
while the mail is delivered
to the boys in the cubicles.



Venus has lost her arms
and no one seems to care.



04/07/2007

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