Interpretation
wandering about for a great many things
looking for answers, searching for inspiration
my red hand scratching, leaving traces
of ruby rubbed fragments, skids of bloody pigment
(universal ? particular)
style and function, some kind of contemplation
stratigraphy my consciousness, excavation my unconscious mess
When did they become so? Not so much why for but by whom? These etchings chipped from the varnished patina to protect the predecessors from themselves, scratched into God’s flesh: in desire for Her tears in anticipation of Her decay in desperation for Her nourishment lactated from oozing cactus gardens.
piled fragments of
stones and bones
remains the ancients
spiritual footprints
spiraled galleries
birds eaten by snakes eaten by birds
handprints and fingerpaints
square-faced masks
anthropomorphs
quadruped lurching upward
horned serpents
geometricisms
the endurance of stone
bulletholed
Extrapolation
wandering about for a great many things
dreaming up questions, denying the inspiration
my red hand spraying, leaving negative space traces
of rubbed ruby figments, squirts of spray-can imagination
(particular ? universal)
contemplation of some kind, scope of stylistic: deviation, addition, choice
double articulation, eliminating the referent, presupposed comprehension, pre-disposed to apprehension.
When did they become so? Stigmatized and despised. Metonymy, the hidden transcript-out in the open under dank stone bridges and along sheer poured rock walls not gazed upon. Scratched into Homo’s flesh, signs from the currents, markers of place, proofs of identity, covered-up and made over, lactated from oozing aerosol cans.
applied fragments of
tagging
streetsigns
piecing
dark alleyways
throwing up
billboards and busses
biting
norfeast from soufwest
going over
underpasses
dissin’
writers’ status
whitewashed