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After the Vortex

After the Vortex

 My poem from yesterday was about many things, but chiefly about fighting the inability to write. Poems, prose, in journals. The painting above is about something else, though it ties some things together for me. Kandinsky, in this work from his Der Blaue Reiter period, was painting in part theoretically, putting theories into his paintings, arming his colors with monads of thought. Color as spirit. Spiritual color(s). Color to invoke the spiritual. And music as the bridge of bridges. “Colour…

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Vortex at Midnight

Vortex at Midnight

    In Medias Res   There is a flurry of noise Of images and batterings As if I weather more than storms More than wild winds The flurry surrounds and confuses Distorts and narrows The field my focus My open-ended vision I’m too much a part of the world – right now Too much a swamped victim Of my own acquiescence Flattened like pictures Floating down pre-Raphaelite streams   – by Douglas Pinson  

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