Friday, March 27, 2009

New Painting.



Amphora


Sieve tight, I allow
Only the smallest
Part (s) I cle (ave)
From quarted
Sentences,
To be held
In oak vessels,
In hope
The (ir) dimensions
Splinter casks, obliging
Amarone words to puddle on the floor.


just a short piece. enjoi.

kt

2 comments:

Roz said...

wow kyle,
this is a really cool idea. what kind of poem is this (as in is there a name for the form)? i felt as if i was reading a puzzle so to speak. you connect to both the verbal aspect and visually artistic aspect (through the interesting punctuation) when a person is reading a poem. i've never read anything like it.

roz

p.s. lets free style soon
p.s.s. oh wait, i can't free style

Art Official Prophets said...

I'm not exactly sure the name of the form. I'm sure its out there some where. I should look it up. It reminded me of goosbumps books I read when I was little and you could choose what chapter you wanted to go to. I was trying to have the words, the ideas, and the structure all be laid out the same, kinding of like a reverb or echo effect, everything continuing whats already happened.

kt