There are many precious minerals.
Of gold, of jewels, and of life-speech.
and all that my YouTube videos talk about, or allude to.
I feel a day where I make a video,
even repeating old facts,
can be incredibly valuable.
They’re valuable to me, of course,
as my world-view is constantly evolving.
There’s a base “note”,
not just to my delivery of speech,
but bursting through my life, in and out.
I take it as a property that ensures that
if you can tune your senses to one video,
you should know what to expect from the next.
Now, I’m gonna talk about modern art. Super-briefly. Minimalism.
The art of a banana taped to the wall,
fifteen blank pages paper-clipped up on some white walls,
that sort of thing.
The irony of it being called “conceptual”
When its clearly against concepts,
and most certainly hostile to art,
Or any notion of it.
I have done many paintings I love.
Maybe just over a hundred or so, significant ones.
I loved acrylics:
bold, exciting, quick-to-dry, instant expression.
My paintings are primal, raw, middle-ground,
between expression and experience.
I wont be showing them off, but they are on my walls.
Different ones hanging, and longing
For different moods.
What I see in my art, in basic,
is a raw, direct, and primal energy.
Much of which, suggests my meaning,
behind a wild force, let loose with the page.
That there was most certainly energy that moved my brush,
Not just a hand.
That the painting was FELT,
not just hurled down on the paper and left to rot,
as a mark I was there, and that’s that.
On Facebook, which, as all accounts do,
Every last one of my paintings,
That I loved the most, were ignored.
So, world? I’ll award you with a pass,
for both ways, for my art.
“Abstract”.
A simple term for paintings
that are not your face, dog, or nearby
or travelled to regions,
in the external sense.
My paintings are rarely of visions.
They come from my internal drive.
Its the same drive that made my music,
My drawings, and my writings, poems and blog posts,
and also arrives within my speech,
quite directly,
on each new YouTube video I post up,
about an old or new thing each day.
That being said, they come from a process,
From within that’s somewhat more real
than an earthly, physical reality.
I postulate that it belongs more to the world within,
That MUST encounter the world around it,
Through the body, and through the medium of art,
Or of ritual.
Most of these paintings aren’t just primal,
they focus a gentle violence to the page, and the eyesight,
and celebrate the colours they are in,
while being subjected
to being put on a wall
and subjected to eyes
and minds not mine.
Celebrate colour, celebrate life, celebrate you.
Praise God, praise life itself,
and the aspects of it within you,
designed and coercing you to do far more, far better,
and when to stop, to rest, and to put to bed,
the routine, the regular and religious.
A contemplative thought with God,
is what a prayerful piece of craft like this,
should be, become, or announce itself as.
Let your mind, if it is religious or so inclined,
Can end or wind up in knots like these paradoxes,
and rife with anomalies, loopholes and escape routes
from the wildest of these,
by way of evacuation.
So maybe become an evermore loving sovereign soul
In the church of the body and life.
Or maybe deny it away,
and affirm you were never alive
by not believing in souls.
And some day I may find the words to give my take
on the form of an appropriate venomous eulogy
to spit at the soul you don’t deserve to have,
But may still be worth flowers at the grave.
The Humble Rock Dove 