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Random Patterns

December 4, 2006

This is a Jackson Pollock painting

 

This is the sidewalk outside 1501 4th Avenue, today around 10:30am. Supersize me

 

I'm a big fan of random events. I'm a really big fan of the patterns that occur when seemingly random events occur over and over and over. For example take a look at the chewing gum patterns that occur around bus stops, not just on the sidewalk but extending into the street. They're amazing. If you don't know what I'm talking about you probably don't live in a city. Chewing gum spit onto the street flattens out into a semi permanent glossy circle. Add a few hundred more wads of gum to what you thought was a random disgusting immature display and you've got yourself some art.

I am a Pollock fan. You don't have to be an art historian to pick out the horrendous fakes or junior high splatter paintings that attempt to copy Mr. Pollock's work, most of them are insulting. He had a gift, the ability to echo patterns found only in nature.

I think these birds outside of Century Square, given enough time could echo Pollock. Nature imitating art that imitates nature. 

12/6/6

this is how Alistair's post should look:

JACKSON POLLOCK WON’T FLY

James Kerns

When she turned to art metaphors
To describe her feelings
I beg
an studying the bottoms
Of kitchen drawers for patterns.
I didn't get it, but I worked hard.
At first she was understanding:
"Tell me what is the shape,
Color, and texture of your confusion?"
she asked.
"It's like a tunnel under water," I told her,
"Cold, gray, and streaked with spiny lights."
"I'm not reading you," she told me.
I wasn't surprised, but I stopped
Poking around the kitchen at night.
You can't miss what you haven't had
After all, anymore than you can get
Airsick without ever leaving the ground.
She told me the world looks a lot
Better inside the proper frame,
But I think art is something more
Than sliding a piece of plywood
Underneath a pigeon roost.
And I had big plans for love
That weren't fuzzy, mauve ovals
Descending in a field of Red.


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jenny said...

i think its disgusting. fucking starlings.

Posted December 5, 2006 12:29 PM | Reply to this comment

Pwasser replied to jenny...

Ahhh Jenny, that's art. Just don't stand under those trees when the sun goes down.

Posted December 6, 2006 07:35 AM | Reply to this comment

Alistair said...

JACKSON POLLOCK WON’T FLY James Kerns When she turned to art metaphors To describe her feelings I began studying the bottoms Of kitchen drawers for patterns. I didn't get it, but I worked hard. At first she was understanding: "Tell me what is the shape, Color, and texture of your confusion?" she asked. "It's like a tunnel under water," I told her, "Cold, gray, and streaked with spiny lights." "I'm not reading you," she told me. I wasn't surprised, but I stopped Poking around the kitchen at night. You can't miss what you haven't had After all, anymore than you can get Airsick without ever leaving the ground. She told me the world looks a lot Better inside the proper frame, But I think art is something more Than sliding a piece of plywood Underneath a pigeon roost. And I had big plans for love That weren't fuzzy, mauve ovals Descending in a field of Red.

Posted December 6, 2006 07:55 PM | Reply to this comment

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