BLOG 143: a poem "AQUARIUM NUMB" & art "AQUARIUM"
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Aquarium" , 11.5" x 14.5", watercolor and illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol, $600.00







Aquarium Numb
© 2008 by Will Northerner



Red yellow blue aquarium bed


It's Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea
Without a flying sub

Waves loom Yves Klein blue
Bubble lava-lamp globes
Travel quicksilver in motion

Fantastic Voyage

Sea horses peer from weeded lairs and porcelain turrets

A mermaid flaunts her figure like Edie Sedgwick in Ciao! Manhattan

I am the squid in 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea
I am a gargantuan white whale
Dead Ahab tethered motioning

Come to me. . . Come to me

My flesh is crucified by entomological probes
Hook head harpoons

I breach and sound within my whirlpool vortex

Cold eyes witness this opaque depth
This end game deep
This abyss

Where everything...

Everything is. . .

Numb

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BLOG 142: poem "SLEEPLESS SNAGS" & art "CLAW SEA MOJO SKY"
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Claw Sea Mojo Sky", 11.5" x 14.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol paper, $600.00




Sleepless Snags
© 2008 by Will Northerner



Nocturnal nods seem no good sometimes

Dream furies come to loom and caterwaul
No soothing balm sates such sleep
Accusatory dreams come antidotal to pride sense
Hubris crumples by and by
Begging humility
Exacting humble whispers

Mea Culpa
Mea Culpa

Mocking most moves, this dream jury is rigged
The mind is a hanging judge
Steeped with steely acrimony
Charging against boorish maneuvers

Dreams are said to trial the mind and portend fate
Dream guides might finger a better way to go
Might warn against undo scraps and squabbles

I admit a paucity of perfect manners
To witness and write is the poet's
Recompense for sleepless nights

Dreams may hearken higher resolve
Concealed behind quivering lids are caveats...

Mend all wayward bends
Wend clear of nightmare ends

Attend to all right counsel

The dream mind...

The dreaming mind...

Sends

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BLOG 141: poem "WITH A WINK" & EPONYMOUS ART
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Art by Will Northerner titled "With a Wink", 11.5" x 14.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol paper, $600.00





With A Wink
Copyright ©2008 Will Northerner



So bandied about: this epiphany thing
Thing
Thing

Jumping Jehoshaphat and abracadabra. . .
Dabra
Dabra

Thunder bolts and a tsunami or two. . .
Two
Two

Flash-points afire
The earth is agape in quaking maws
Maws
Maws

Loose cartoon light bulbs go pop overhead
Head
Head

Vestigial rhizome buds insights expanding concentrically
Some ad-spin echolalia is grating my eardrums
Eternity. . .
Eternity. . .
Eternity. . .

Root stalks flower blooms galore
Expanding beyond some hoary mandala eye peering
Through time warp space past starry billions
And billions and. . .

(You get the picture)

Orbiting telescopes seek big bang origin and...

Voila!

Clang a cacophony of polyphonic gongs and

Shush. . . (Its time for the obligatory solemn pause)

The center of the universe is but another eye!


Winking back.

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BLOG 140... a poem "Bête Noire" and eponymous art
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Bête Noire", 14.5" x 11.5", India Ink, prismacolor and illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristo paper, $600.00




Bête Noire
© 2008 by Will Northerner


So many razor blades
Striate mind fodder
Slice rough edges to mold
A more reasonable temperament
As moments tick tock away

Note bad habits
Draw the meandering freakster
Dark characteristics must be scrutinized
Foibles from the dark side
Position the semblance of a separate persona
All coiled in brain crevices
Hidden in the third person
Kind of an obnoxious double

The featureless tangible
The unpleasant other
The flip side of the token
The gamesman of sanity
The subsumed brute

Out to glean painful conquests
Out for fruitful revelations
The reading mask
Immutably fractured
A picture of fermenting
Mad scenes

Name the counter identity
Define its nature.
Call it an IT
Call it the assassin creator
Of countless possibilities
The scar faced employer of dreams
And diverse conceits
The cunning spellbinder of
Contagious facades

Director of varied mind trysts
Seething with the swords of darkened bogies
Identifying segments bear conceptualization
Various jesters quest to generate
Roaming stages to enact archetypal angles
Detrimental urges are terminated
By righteous mind bending

The ascendancy of a dangerous other
Becomes a romantic conceit
Fated to be spurned
Cast away with a burst of fresh breath
Brutalized by rational deliberation

Childish desires want quick gratification
Idiomatic baby blather gets old

Grace the inner cradle habitué
Offer nipples full of absinthe

Voluminous facility may be gained
By a generous quotient of illuminations

Just so

The balance is the trick

Enact an artful agenda of sorts…
Certain overriding motivations easily excel

Omnivorous horniness is apt to occur
Mischievous contrariness can easily
Come to play

Clumsy authority will not be brooked

Originality is born
On the corpse of dying certainties

Ah dangerous creature
I pet your scalloped hide
I know you bite

But I take my chances…

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BLOG 139... poem YAPPING HEADS and art GAPING YAPS
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Gaping Yaps", 11.5" x 14.5", watercolor on Strathmore 500 bristol paper, $600.00



Yapping Heads
© 2008 by Will Northerner



All wriggles
Spiral free on screen

(It's a world gone bonkers they say)

Before another fork-full of big time calamity unfolds,
Pray tell. . . may a seed of seriousness jostle free
From too much gnawing on sour boughs of jargon creepers?

Money is god in the Machiavellian screen machine...
Televangelism tags bogus almighty wrath for pots of shekels

All yawns in me. . .
Yapping heads link on a comet trail of
Ping-Pong satellite memes
Aimed for a world expunged of
Spirit matters weightier than
Commodity quotients

Yap-heads opine strangleholds
Of too much ado about everything. . .

Too much mucking about in surfeit dross
O' cunning push-master of waxing/waning fashion. . .
What take can I be spared of

…Today?

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BLOG 138... a poem YOU & art YOUR CONUNDRUM NOT MINE
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Your Conundrum Not Mine", 14.5" x 11.5", illustrator ball point on Arches paper, $600.00





You
© 2008 by Will Northerner


It seems I haven't quite captured you
A name is such a curious commodity
Names are so bridled with accolades and aspersions
A name foists a prelude of insecurity and mistrust in me
You smudge my pessimism in human relationships

I could say I know you but, in truth, people are masks
I can say you seem pretty good . . .
But baby I've been fooled before
You might say I have been a vessel of hopeful dreams
Perhaps there is something of angels in you

Genet described how angels frightened him
Something about being here yet not here
...Part mist part ephemera
You are part of this world and somewhat otherworldly

The memory of the angel remains


Yes you

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BLOG 137: a poem "BIT OF IT" and art "FIRE CHIEFTAIN"
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Fire Chieftain" , 14.5" x 11.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol paper, $600.00





Bit Of It
© 2008 by Will Northerner



The duende, like a virus filtered through
Porous rock or blood lines, is an ineffable essence
A witchy spell brew
A spirited contact

Hosts of the duende charge
May be riddled by visions
May be struck by piercing needles
Shot by some deity
Always out of sight
Never pointedly pinned

A certain charm may ooze from a coarse
Interior peppered with the duende bug

The host sidesteps expected cool. . .
Invents something antidotal to
Lackluster life clutter...
Emanates calamitous oaths
To conquer mediocrity

Thrive lone wolverines
Be little interested in prattle
Avoid unendurable fads unless praised useful
Of use Illustrating character grooves
Explore imagery and words 'round the duende column
Nerve
Tap
Brain
Leap
Rise.

Find the unfound.

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BLOG 136: poem LATAH CRAZY and eponymous art...
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Latah Crazy", 11.5" x 14.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore500 Bristol, $600.00



Latah Crazy
© 2008 by Will Northerner


Latahs will do anything the master orders
Tap on their shoulder and whisper an order
They go zombie
They go Manchurian Candidate

Tell a latah to believe they are your
One and only true love...
Tell the thrall to be your love slave
They get a blank look on their face
And speak like Lurch...

You are my one and only true love and I will
Love you forever and ever

Creepy

Well, a latah is nothing if not accommodating
Kind of Night of the Living Dead
With blank eyes blank brain

Lead them like drugged cows

Where ever

Tell them to chew their cud
Tell them to go Moo all happy and all

Yes they go Moo
Perfectly blank
As they stand in a lake of fire

Sphincters tighten in pulp nonfiction
The protagonist gets a prognosis of latah infection
Latah makes rapid inarticulate ejaculations
Latah mimics acts of other people

Latah says

Once the manic side of
Depression seemed almost manageable
Much was accomplished with rocket power
Times change and nerves snap
Synaptic links come unplugged and recoil
Live-wires whiplash
Sparks fly like dragon spew

Latah says

What we need now are a few good nurses!
What we need now is satori on a Canada dock.
What we need now is the illusion of calm.
Running amok is so, so costly
And the edge-tax is strictly

Meteoric...

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BLOG 135: a poem... THE IGNU IN YOU and art ... FLAMING IGNU
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Flaming Ignu", 11.5" x 14.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol, $600.00





The Ignu In You
© 2008 by Will Northerner




I look past your mask for the riddle reveal
The muse is mutating uncontrollably
You say the ignu shuns commonplace love
For something more costly
Some riddle in the face I relate to
All those face riddles I relate to

Rules of attraction are trials

The ignu knows initiates on contact
The ignu acknowledges simpatico
The ignu scents corresponding instinct

Telepathy, almost the answer, answers back
Ignus sum each other and feast raw
Minds uncover undiscovered country

Shun the fanfare of vanity
Cast aside fatuous bromides
No need for loops of bobbles and luxury
The mind must be the sharpest gem

When traveling the Via Pasolini
Tire tracks burst my heart
Expensive cars are murder weapons
In uncultivated minds

The cognoscenti languish
In juvenile kill games
Vile occupations
Fervent whispers

Shameless -

I love the ignu

Sure -

I live for the ignu

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BLOG 134... THREE POEMS and art... DAFFY STRIP
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Daffy Strip"...




Obligatory All-Seeing Eye


So the scope could be. . .
Could be on me.
Call me anything but paranoid.
The word PARANOIA is somewhat toothsome
Yet far afield and decidedly annoying.
I strive to see all that may be revealed.
Face the factual mirror ablution.
When my eyes are closed my mind is agape.
I look into the mirror and see vestigial brain turning.
I strain to see beyond the visible.
Despite all probes, there is always more than
One head can see.
The search is what matters most.
Call it the scope of dreamscapes.

I am a traveler.







Popeye's Word


Think of a name.
Snap out a sobriquet.
Call the tag a mustache on Duchamp's
Mona Lisa mug.
The word is the tattletale tongue of the cuckoo.
Words clock accolades as readily as slander.
Calling a rose a rose is but a trifling interpretation of said rose.
Oh mimesis, mimesis, mimesis.
Certitude comes unglued with so much hot air.
Prophylactic encapsulation swells.
Goes POW!
Popeye said "I yam what I yam" with such clarity.

Popeye was a magus.






Razz


Faux Movie Cams follow every move.
Hey babe, love you, kiss but
The old artist crutch has got to go.
Sure you spent foundation years
Formulating gobs of colored goo.
And, come, there were prestigious awards.
Lots of Monopoly money. . . slippery favors and fakers all round.
A face to favor screen tests past.
(Keyword 'past' being central to this pastiche).
With so much past-timing, one must move new moods with words.
Too many reruns ruin impact razzmatazz.
"We interrupt this program for a flash!"
Scientific findings reveal -
The meaning of life is a -
Scratch sniff

Gas.
 

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BLOG 133: POEM "BUBBLE POD" AND ART "FLUID TACTILE"
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Fluid Tactile", 14.5" x 11.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 bristol board, 2006, $600.00





Bubble Pod
© 2008 by Will Northerner



So quiet in the bubble pod

Deep in the placid under

Waves dapple above far over

Head chevrons move in form

Sometimes simply shimmering

Sometimes storm ridden


But here


In my bubble pod

The hubbub above is far from


Invasive


Strands of kelp undulate

Like hula dancers

Like there's a message

In their motion

If only I could decipher

The code

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BLOG 132... a poem... LETHARGY and art... QUACK LEVITY
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Quack Levity", 13.75" x 9.75", watercolor and illustrator ball point on Arches paper, 2005, $600.00



Lethargy
© 2008 by Will Northerner



Slow down everything
Slow your heart valves
Slow your quavering pulse
Slow all brain waves

Allow yourself an invite
To the baby pool
A pool in a pool in a pool in a pool
All aquamarine plastic enclosing all
Bubble edged pools from way back when
A perfect memory

Float

The bubbled edging is
Translucent flexible squish worthy
Iridescent turquoise seaside blue
Backyard heat waves frozen
In time

Float backside gaze to clouds
Hypnotized by the endless procession
Heavenly bodies march on
Clouds contort into
All you wish
A looming entourage of manifestations

Very consuming
Very real
In a fluffy kinda way

Pool water is body temperature
Luring the mind to empty space
For moments of transport
For rampant contemplation
On say…

Toes yes toes
Hours go by
Thinking of
Toes

Feels mesmerizing to wiggle
Numb extremities

Nothing is outside this bulbous round

Breathing becomes a rippling effect
Outwardly progressing toward some
Languid eternity you preside over

Cumulous covers
Tepid streams
Lung rumbling blows
A malleable circumference
Rubbery blue on blue on blue

The numb tides wash over you
You know what you know what you know

About

Ah…

Lethargy

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BLOG 131... MIST and a drawing titled DARK SKETCHY
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Dark Sketchy", 14.5" x 11.5", illustrator ball point on arches paper, 2006, $600.00



Mist
© 2008 by Will Northerner



Always an ominous intruder
The fog slides in
White washing familiar vantage points
Forcing sensations of displacement
The realization of lost bearings
Being off the map
In diaphanous folds of seeming

Nowhereness

The mist consumes
As it expands
Blotting out all landmarks
Giving one's features an erased
Presumptiveness

Disquieting in the extreme
Sometimes a balm
Seemingly effacing tactility
Muting the efficacy of reach

Softening harsh angles
Subverting right angles
Removing exactitude
Inviting mystery
Depositing blindfolds
For chance meandering
Allowing inevitable falls
Stepping smash faced into abutments
Stark battlements requiring
Fingertips to make way

Forward

Make way straight to the bog
Terrified
All points of reference
Merely lost dreams

On second thought

Ease into the blindness
Let the mist rollover
Feel the mist as all
That appears unsubstantial
Morphless
All morphing

Ghostly fronds unfurling
Curling search for eyes
Where no eyes exist
Limbs of fabrication
Tangles of dreams
To make pacts with

Make sightless tracks

In the mist

Naturally…
This cloth of nothingness
Obscures focus
Demands hallucinations
Makes for trickery
Going all amok
And such

Coaxes the imagination
To leap for further firmament
Prodding vision to proceed
Like an empty screen
Awaiting all projections

Feel the whorl
The cleansing shower
Of heavy precipitation
Unleashed by the mist

Rather than pouring forth in gushing droplets
The clouds descend
As a visitation of wonder

Exempt from measure
Flouting exactitude
Shirking consciousness

Breathtakingly overpowering
Our bodily compass
Our complexity of nerves
Teeter tottering between
Terror and paralytic surrender

The air is heavy with dream fever
Nostrils flare and arms grope ineffectually

Relax or mindlessly thrash
The pall will ascend
Rise
Burn away

Benefiting recall
With it's terrible embrace
As a scrim ascribing
Immutable distortion
With premonitions
Precision spells
Cast from an ever hovering
Abyss

Such complete
Penetration seems…
Seems impossible
For something so fragile
So delicate
So frustratingly

Intangible

Makes for feeling
Tortured by conjuring minds
A sensuous tear may appear
To blend with the mist
More dew to add
To that which captivates me

Oh she devours me
And overpowers me
Like waves of clapping hands
Applause from some imagined host
Some legion of directors
Who dissolve all my missions
Release me from bows and knots

To simply drift

With the

Mist

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BLOG 130: a poem and eponymous art titled "FAKE"
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Fake", 14.5" x 11.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol paper, 2006, $600.00




Fake
© 2008 by Will Northerner


I am an inveterate imposter.
Subjugated by a shamble of culpability,
I relieve myself on vines I've dined upon.
With inaudible applause,
I cringe from over exposure to a baneful
Hole of transmodernism.
I hold my nose and wait.

Fake

I upchuck unshakeable scorn.
Ennui is fuel for violent tendencies.
I am the purveyor of countless social absurdities.
This scourge is tantamount to owning a 3D color portrait
Of flowering garlic bulbs --
I keep the vampires at bay. . .
For they fear I might rake them across the embers of
My braised reputation.

Fake

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BLOG 129: A POEM TITLED "PITH" AND EPONYMOUS ART
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Art by Will Northerner titled "Pith", 14.5" x 11.5", illustrator ball point on Strathmore 500 Bristol Board, 2006, $600.00, SOLD




Pith
© 2008 by Will Northerner
 


Imagine a pit
So deep,
So vast in volume,
So entrancing,
As to exact all my attention.
A pit can be a suitable place to etch thoughts
On the tabled walls which contain a seeming void.
 
As the timely weave of silken fiber
Is the fabric of a cocoon which allows a creature to evolve within it,
Metamorphosis may afford a nascent being
Rudimentary cognizance;
Perhaps even the means to separate
A vacuous sense of being nowhere to the duo cognizance of
Existence and placement.
 
When a seemingly incoherent assortment of squiggles and lines
Turns out to be Hieroglyphics,
Or an amalgam of anthropomorphic pictographs,
Hitherto  deemed to be inscrutable,
Turns out to be a sophisticated geometry of linguistics,
The once incoherent becomes clear and,
In noting what has been stated before our time,
A sense of history becomes paradigmatic
For realizing future potential.  
 
What separates a wizened interior from
Inchoate extraneous matter,
Is a mantle that must be breached.
 
Imagine a pit as a lacuna;
A place to fall as long as it takes
To gain some insight.
 
A lisp for piss is pith:
Easement…
Release.
Relief from what strains inside
Beckons to be set free.
 
Part core, part marrow;
Bone-center; it is the nutritious
Grid that forms
The architecture for a stand.
 
This pith is an itch; a palpable gnawing:
A nuisance of sensation
That acknowledges irritation
Such as burns and tickles: an urgent rash
That begs attention.
 
The pit of fruit is regenerative.
The pit of my gut is a temple of goo,
Of pink viscera writhing with strings of bile,
Blood and mucous:
Bits of the body, not to be ignored but, rather,
Studied like smears of excreta
Daubed on slides that glean revelations
From obscure distress.
 
This pith is like a miracle camera
That through some witchy alchemy,
Will realize covert
Vision adverse to detection.
 
As truth serum can reveal
Much to mull over;
Psychic scabs for the picking,
Evasions of reality:
Closeted predilections, dangerous convictions, criminal desires –
A ransom note…
A death threat…
Mayhem…
Or instant mind-peculiarities that become visions…
Just appear in the mind like
Seeing plastic statuary
Bequeathing benedictions in the
Hallucinatory marl
That is especially formative for
Epiphanies that rise from furtive origins
Like morels popping up from under
Rotten boughs in a tepid,
rain-nourished grove.
 
Pith is the breathing essence,
The repository of free breezes,
That feed nerve in synaptic rush;
Rills of dispatches that
Serve to codify all encounters
In symbolic order:
An endless catalogue for comparison,
Mind-springs evocative of incantations to propose reason,
Transforming raw forms of blurb and innuendo
Into a semblance of meaning and commonality.
Insight is a composite of empirical experience and instinct.
 
Pith lain on pulp;
Typed with electric brain…
Craves all that is fresh to digest
In soul peristalsis
For the endless quest
To understand

Everything.

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