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Jackson Pollock Poem – Fragment, Chaos
I stand above the floor scrambled mess of lines, blobs and various colors – and I feel peace and this makes sense nothing is linear or flows in one direction the chaos of multiple thoughts and emotions from infinite sources eventually swirls inward and collides, the resulting entanglement, the explosion a representation of the mind’s…
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Jackson Pollock Poem – Black 1912
Shadow handcuffs removed visible light vanquished every days truth challenged the mirror turns inside out. In the year of 1912 what was known understood, even accepted, began to shift. Paradoxes emerged and the human mind sourced from beyond these four walls, sparse apple trees planted last fall, the blood-red sky of early winter morning –…
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Jackson Pollock
While I am not that educated when it comes to art, and in particular painting, I am fascinated with Jackson Pollock. We were going to feature him in an issue of Stone Pack Review, but that has changed. Instead, I will post some photos and text here. Like many people, I was first exposed to…