Proust: Bombasity

“Remembrance of Things Past”
Feb 26th – Part #87

BOMBASITY

“For everyone who, having no artistic sense-that is to say, no submission to subjective reality-may have the knack of reasoning about art till doomsday, especially if he be, in addition, a diplomat or financier in contact with the ‘realities’ of the present day, is only too ready to believe literature is an intellectual game which is destined to gradually be abandoned as time goes on.” ― Marcel Proust, Time Regained

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Nothing’s There

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Nothing’s There
Blackout Poem
by j.kiley

A moment left to laugh
Than trial

Let the high power
Wander restlessly

Assured by the intelligence
Of the music in the air

Voices lit up
With a sudden pleasure

Prohibiting Shakespeare
Forgotten it’s old

The reason beautiful people
Attracted by old things

The new ones
Are horrible

They’re nothing

© j.kiley 17

America Is My Home

America Is My Home
Day #8 of the Trump Administration

The video speaks out our voices of unity solidarity inclusivity diversity acceptance | all protesting while those in the White House attempt to strip away our freedoms. – j.kiley

January 28th | JFK International Airport, Queens, NY
Day #8 day of the Trump Administration
An Intimate Portrait of Muslim-American Families of Detainees, Congresspeople, ACLU Lawyers, and the Unprecedented Protest at JFK Airport.

A newsreel by Meerkat Media Collective.
For more information:
New York Immigration Coalition – thenyic.org
The Arab American Association of New York – arabamericanny.org
Make the Road New York – maketheroadny.org
View on YouTube: youtube.com/watch?v=nh4pIf5QcE4

Jackson Pollock on Art #17

Jackson Pollock Retrospective in Eighteen (18) Parts
Part #17

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Number 32 (1950) Jackson Pollock

“I’m very
representational
some of the time,
and a little
all of the time.

But when
you’re painting
out of your
unconscious,
figures
are bound
to emerge.”

~ ~ ~

“It
[abstract art]
should
be enjoyed
just as music
is enjoyed

after a while
you may
like it
or
you
may not.”

– Jackson Pollock

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Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock (January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956) was an influential American painter and a major figure in the abstract expressionist movement. Pollock was best known for his unique style of drip painting, never making contact with the canvas. This method has inspired many to try to do their own ‘Pollock’, more to honor than to copy.

Pollock enjoyed considerable fame and was infamous for his notoriety. The major artist of his generation and a recluse, with an erratic personality. He was more than an alcoholic. I conjecture, he suffered from shifting moods. Hypothesis: he was always skating on the edge of bipolar. At least, that is the appearance. Knowing inside what happens outside, I would say the alcohol was a way of self-medicating to remove the haunting darkness.

In 1945, he married the artist Lee Krasner, who became his grounding force. She tried to go with what he needed but his temper was hurtful and cutting; and during his life while married to Krasner, the most difficult behavior for her to bear was his involvement with younger women. So when he wasn’t being a good husband and friend, he was like Greta Garbo, “I want to be alone” or I need to escape from everything. All the while, I would expect, he thought most about getting back to work while feeling he was always being pulled away from it. His soul needed to express what poured forth from the creative forces all around him. He needed to paint.

***In August 1949, Life Magazine ran a leading headline that invoked the question: “Jackson Pollock: Is he the greatest living painter in the United States?” Already famous in the New York art world, Pollock’s artistic reputation was widely known. He was American’s first “Art Star”—with his daring and radical style of painting continuing to change the path of modern art. Pollock was tormented. It plagued the artist throughout his life. I would estimate his tortured soul was driving him toward his obsessive need to paint, a way to express what communed with his soul. It helped orchestrate his wildly passionate innovative art—but still the darkness haunted him. He struggled with self-doubt; and became engaged in a lone battle between needing to express himself and shutting out the world. Pollock was in a downward spiral. It threatened to destroy the grounding his marriage provided with Lee Krasner, his gifted career, and ultimately his life. It ended with Pollock wanting to abandon the world in what appeared to be on a calm and clement summer night in 1956.

During one of his drunken episodes while out drinking with some young women, he was feeling wild inside while driving exceedingly fast, the top down. With a liquor bottle in one hand, he intentionally aimed his car off the road, crossing a field into what appeared to be a maze of trees. There was a crash. Pollock was killed. He was only 44. Cause of his death was declared to be an alcohol-related single-car accident when he was driving.

After Pollock’s death, there were retrospectives created by MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) and The Tate of London. One four months after his death in December 1956, and then some forty years later in 1998 and 1999. His paintings sell now in the nine figures, ex. $140,000,000 for one painting in a relatively recent acquisition. It’s amazing how artists reap the riches for the wealthy investor, whether they enjoy the works they purchase, it really is an investment to appreciate their already obscene fortunes. And we, as a government in the USA [the RePubs], deign to support the arts, wherever they should be found. How screwed up is that? Let the artist suffer. The art will be improved. The message is clear the artist, whether painter, poet, writer, film maker or other forms of art (there are so many forms in which to express art). It scares the shit out of those who think they are the power center. Power is their illusion. The artist, inside, sees the truth, even if it’s not always clarified in the beginning. Meaning grows with its filtering in the minds of those who can see or try to see. Eventually the light shines upon its ever changing interpretations of Truth. – j.kiley

Weekly Writing Prompt #77

Weekly Writing Challenge
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction
Feb 20th – #77

DOOR Template Instructions=====================

(5) Words:| MOON | ERA | SCENT | MARK | TEST |

*A brilliant idea has been brought to my attention regarding the (5) word prompt. Please feel free to substitute any of the words with a synonym.🎈 🎭 ✨

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Poetry Suggestions
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Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
6 lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter
Villanelle (19 line poem[no word limit]–2 repeating rhymes & 2 refrains)… Excellent example is Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night”
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No Limitations
See [POETRY PAGE] for further instructions

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Fictional Suggestions
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Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Horror – Literary

SUGGESTIONS FOR FLASH FICTION
***One main character
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement
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