Showing posts with label Paintings. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Intemperance: The Insignificant Parallel of a Denigrating Identity

Bottles by Borg de Nobel / http://borgeous.wordpress.com / used with permission /
For Poetics: Borg de Nobel @ D'Verse, hosted by Claudia Schoenfeld




9 to nine
aligned, atop some fragile ledge-
at least that is how it once appeared-
when we regretfully never paid much attention- to the
finite desires and infinite dreams of those details deemed
as immaterial noise-whitened by conundrum and muted under
the guise of second nature-

when we had already forgotten the appearance of our first

Broken, fragmented, blurring, shard-like daggers-
driven deep, from the imagined dimension residing
only inches behind the retinae-

Corroded by dancing apparitions,
unconcerned with division or caste-open wide,
lean back-until
the spine quivers from denial-
and then
through design
beg
for antidotal reassurances-

where it won't matter
if you fabricate
the meaning and the mores
as long as the intention is
to propagate an atmosphere
unique to here

by lipstick and whitewash-
careening imagery
blends into smear-
only to seek shelter
from the dirty mugs that persevere-

the hours, drenched in withdrawal-
yet ever awakened at the slightest scent

elixirs, potions, prescient concoctions
potent yet potable
protraction in non-invasive postures-
bled fresh for that falsified sickness burrowed impossibly within

withering

bottles of what-might-have-been,
condemned by their isolated indiscretions-
validated through witless reminiscence
and the scouring that envelopes all
enlivened beasts-

Where the frothing disturbances blink-
concomitantly with exaggerated frames-
originally built for the demons of phoresy-
the remoras of your world-worthless in
many ways, yet still, you allow them passage
in bewildering effervescence,
adulations, you've grown too frail to dwell upon

and despite all things antithetical to a state of proper
being, you gain a fondness, a possessive remorse unto-


alternating chromatics
imbuing the hearth with
flames that burn
flush, flashing forth from
a lost prism's fire-
where forgotten
invitations colate and concur
in dystopia's
cascading obfuscation

Make sure you head on over to D'Verse, and read through Claudia's excellent write up.  If you're like me, you'll really find the Q and A between her and Borg de Nobel fascinating.  Finding poetic inspiration through her art was extremely easy.  In fact, it was virtually impossible not to find inspiration.  That said, if you like this piece or any of the other's from Claudia's article, do yourself a favor and check out the artist's site, lots of excellent pieces there.

And, I guess, I might as well throw in some shameless self-promotion here.  I also paint for fun, digitally though, and have an art blog as well.  While not really even in the same conversation as the work Borg does, but I do a lot of abstract, experimental painting, that perhaps you might enjoy.