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SEA QUILLS (Paul Klinger's Blog)
Thu 02/09/2006
Moth girl, a flip doll by the fabulous Amy Baker
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: See Amy Baker at Obsidian Gallery in Tucson, Arizona
Topic: Fritillaries of ART

Dear Moth Girl,



There you are, suspended over Manhattan at about 10:00 in the evening. Your dress is yellow and someone is singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" 2,300 miles away, and it ain't Roy Rogers. Is it Trigger?

What's Amy like? Is she fussy? Everything she does has this kind of pull that screams Perfection. The materials are so counterbalanced, or something like that.

It makes me sad to think how well your clothes fit you. Look at me, awash in my own admixture of sizes, without a proboscis to feel my way around. Do you pity me?

On the flip side you are red and foreboding, a wolvish double-headed woman. I like you better, just because of the proboscis.

They would call me elephantine if I had one. But I wouldn't kick it around. I'd just laugh in it, so that no one could hear when I was amused. You seem a little wrapped up in yours.

When I was rearranging my books tonight, I looked at you and felt stunned, quite literally. You were sitting in front of the postcards, next to the metallic grasshopper. That's where you always sit, on the hem of your perfect dress. I was pantless. This is troubling to those around me but I don't mind their troubles. I have a shirt on. That's all that matters.


Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 1:02 AM MST
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Wed 01/25/2006
Foursome
Mood:  cool
Topic: Fritillaries of ART

Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 1:37 AM MST
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Sun 12/25/2005
Sense of Minutes
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Fritillaries of ART


IN the middle
have not been sleeping well
some ghostly appliance
keeps sticking it to my brain
at about six in the morning

the horses dark
red foxes shirtless
hair spoils nocte

tin flowers
i feel like a buccaneer
everyday driving

seeing someone
the pants off of my
gathering in
cuffs, titmouses

the tailor at your
feet is typing
a sort of
testament
into your memory

but through your legs
always through them
and a triptych
of mirrors, pleats

that he proposed in Kemah at the fountains and took her with him to buy the ring and then right after that the hill in place before the uprising stacks
the steps up, the marginal trees, and wonderful geometric benches that remind me of a watch face

marzipan fruit
pocket spotlight
silver bone
moleskin
Question:

Yesterday was soup with some of them, so how does digging lead into the superfluities?

To go with byzantine colors for the grandparents.


horse chip-
ped off ear
& magic marker.

Delivery of terra cotta
furniture in the back
an armored truck.

Supposing the ear lobe was a rendezvous.
Supposing the schedule was for Dvorak
or some other egg beater.

Supposing that people could be reminiscent without the full force of wanting. That it could be tipped at the line of its starting out, so that end over end does not wander off and get the better of someone.

I have studied the paragraph, with an intense scrutiny.

With a sense of duty, the grams were pitted and the paragraph was displaced from its typical context. It became a formal gathering instead of a milling about. It was at the moment the congregation stood together at the beginning of the service, holding all their things.

The little boys behind indigant ladies. The window in paragraphs for details. The light of the paragraph in the sense of providing a full array of objects for viewing. Not for pleasure. Not for peace or the contentment of the reader but for the voice and its accoutrements, to send the gear of the voice out in motio. She says, the full cipher.

Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 2:13 PM MST
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Wed 12/21/2005
Folk Song / Pop Star
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: For Walter Hopps
Topic: Fritillaries of ART



Pop Art

bacon & spaceships

Folk Art

bullfighter velveteen & orange wooden base
with rose in someone's mouth

Pop Art

the curves of the automobile and the
silhouette that became Victoria's Secret


Folk Art

terra cotta rabbit stew

Pop Art

halo of polaroid person with eyeliner
background coloration

Folk Art

Eli Nadelman & cherry wood & gesso

Pop Art

cardboard piece of wedding cake

Folk Art

anchorage of tatoos and brinksmanship, polished yacht wood mooring itself to a white block of performance

Pop Art

collection of aluminum

Folk Art

collection of linen
dice-box butterflies


Pop Art

technological ikons

Folk Art

ensemble iconography

Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 2:55 PM MST
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