Sarich–dVerse Poetics

Yesterday, at dVerse Poetics, Mark Kerstetter invited us to go wild. An image of Basquiat’s work prompted me to visit another contemporary artist, Michael Sarich, who is an art professor here at the University of Nevada, Reno and who, a couple of years ago, had a feature exhibit at the Nevada Museum of Art. His work is packed with symbolism. To better understand my poem, check out this link to our museum’s Docent Depot.

 

 

 

 

 

Sarich

Symbol-charged,
ou plunge
deep into water,
touch creative
impulse—
wild visions
of truth.

Turtle
you draw with-
in, find meaning,
reach out,
fish
in cultural currents.
Commercialization
de-means
religious icon-
ography
with Mickey
Mouse idealization.

Grasp hold of that beach
ball, keep afloat
in seas of abuse,
confused ex-
pression of
paternal lov-
ing fury.

Too bad Hitler
de-meaned
su-
asti-
ka.
corRUPTion
of well-
being.

Tonight
snuggle in your nest
fight demons
that threaten to
de-
story
your work, your
(Yours truly), BE-
ing.

Michael is fighting a degenerative neurological disorder. This doesn’t keep him from conducting classes and continuing to pursue his work. I had the privilege of attending a one-day drawing class that he gave at the museum during the exhibit.

Non Sequitur

Image via Wikipedia

Today at dVerse Poets’ Pub, the talented Mark Kerstetter challenges us to dip into the waters of Surrealism by way of the work of Giorgio de Chirico – the man, his art or one of his works in particular.

I’ve chosen to touch on the surrealistic movement as it affected many aspects of life in the post-World War I era. Surrealism influenced not only the visual arts but also literature, music and politics. Its proponents went so far as to write a “Surrealist Manifesto” encouraging a revolutionary mind-set among its adherents. I must admit that surrealism is perhaps my least favorite art form. On the other hand, I enjoyed becoming surrealist for a day. Thanks so much for the challenge, Mark.

Non-Sequitur

Breaking News,
Circa 1920-something,
Paris, France:

BASTARD CHILD OF DADA
EMERGES
REVOLTING!

<anti-art,
revolting.>

ManRay had lunch today
with Reverdy.
“Create a juxtaposition
of two more or less distant
realities.”

Je t’aime.
Je t’en prie.
Je t’attends,
l’anarchie.

Mr. Magrite, viens ici.

Bienvenue, Leon Trostky

Breaking News,
Circa 2020-something,
wherever:

THIS WORLD IS STILL
CONTINUOUSLY
CONFUSING TO ME.

Pay a visit to http://dVersepoets.com and enjoy a “trip” into the world of surrealism and poetry. Perhaps you’ll enjoy sharing your work with those of us gathered in the Pub.

Sweet Painted Lady–A Sonnet

Image by mrlerone via Flickr

I am resubmitting this for dVerse Poetics http://dversepoets.com where fellow poet, Mark Kerstetter, share his knowledge and talent, inviting us to write from a point of view “other” than our own. I hope many of you will visit and take the challenge. Thank you, Mark.

Sweet Painted Lady
A Sonnet

Ain’t nobody’s damn right to judge my heart,
To guess the whys of things I gotta do,
That ‘cause I walk the streets I’m just a tart.
They can’t see from my sacred point of view.

Got calluses from these damn three-inch heels.
I stink from filthy men I’m s’pposed to please
Who, with rough touches, my self-worth will steal
Then toss me crumpled bills to find release.

The haughty turn away when they pass by.
They snicker, whisper loud, “She’s sold her soul.”
But in my deep-part, truth reminds me why:
My body is not me, my spirit’s whole.

I ain’t whoring for drugs or my own joy.
His daddy split. I’m caring for my boy.