All my life's a circle; Sunrise and sundown; Moon rolls thru the nighttime; Till the daybreak comes around.
I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, And they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold and dead. So, Buddy, no matter what else the fame, No matter what else the prize, I want you to come back thru The Flame With the boy-look still in your eyes!
And we saw the seed,The minuscule Sequoia seedIn the museum by the tremendous slabOf the tree. And imagined the seedIn soil and the growth quickenedSo that we saw the seed reach out, forcingEarth thru itself into bark, wood, the greenNeedles of a redwood until the treeStood in the room without soil—How much of the earth'sCrust has livedThe seed’s violence!The shock is metaphysical.george oppen
I’ve had a period of drawing on canvas in black – with some of my early images coming thru -, think the non-objectivists will find them disturbing – and the kids who think it simple to splash a 'Pollock' out.jackson pollock