Sirens Poem

Sirens Poem

 Sirens Poem

I grow old I grow old

I shall wear my trousers rolled*

Wear them rolled

walk upon the beach and that mermaid you hear

is your wife

calling across the ocean

darling

darling

darling

why did you leave me

did I embarrass you in front of

your friends as you

spoke of the Greek gods?

 

These are the sirens we all hear my

friend but you

knew why they called and

maybe

there never were sirens,

only life

only guilt

and life itself

calling

calling

calling

come sailor unleash yourself from the boat

do not fear the wind, the waves

come

come

come to us

 

can you not see us,

our long thin arms waving in the wind,

our hair blowing behind us

come to us

 

 

by david michael jackson

 

*Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot

Art Poem by David Michael Jackson

Art Poem

Art Poem

Art Poem

you mean devalue another canvas
he said
A blank canvas is worth something.
If I put paint on it
I can’t take it back
“You put paint on it”, he will say
“I can’t take that back.”
The canvas , you see
has value
if it is blank.
If I put paint on it
you might have to pay someone
to
haul it away.
Why devalue any more canvas
he said
so he painted some crows
and shot himself
in a wheat field
a golden
beautiful
wheat field

Abstract Paintings by David Michael Jackson


In the early part of the last century, abstract art was a radical departure from the art that had gone before it. The artists who were at the forefront of this strikingly modern movement all had something in common. They had a passion to communicate something fundamental through art that couldn’t be achieved using traditional realism.

The abstract paintings that I have been familiar with all seek to gain new insight into the realm of art. These artists include:

Josef Albers,Alexander Calder, Paul Klee, Wassily Kandinsky, Franz Kline, Willem de Kooning, Lee Krasner, Joan Miro, Piet Mondria, Georgia O’Keeffe, Jackson Pollock, Mark Rothko, and Frank Stella.

It is hard to ignore their contributions to our search for the perfect abstract. I have sought to search for something even though it is always unclear what that is. An Abstract artist does not start with a “something” to paint and yet I have obviously found real things that my art resembles. In naming abstract paintings, the artist looks for realism in the names. Finding a name other than “Abstract Blue Number 26” is hard to do. The artist had no intention of realistic painting but a name has to be found.
It is said The most celebrated and famous abstract artists are masters of their form. Early pioneers, such as Kandinsky and Delaunay experimented with color, shapes and symbols. Later in the century, in the creative explosion that was abstract expressionism, artists such as Mark Rothko and Jackson Pollock demonstrated new ways to make art and, with their huge canvases, gave us new ways to experience it. Pollack’s “Drip Paintings” became the foundation of our thinking of both modern art and modern abstract paintings. The large canvas became the norm. Museums are large places and large canvasses are appropriate. A museum was as far away from my thoughts as they were to Van Gogh or other earlier artist whose work is small, like my abstract paintings.

My concern with the abstract painting of the past is the lack of form. The paintings tend to cover the canvas uniformly and the thought of a “background” is a thought that I like. Form is an important part of my abstract paintings. Most of my abstractions have both a shape and a background. I sometimes seek to create paintings in which the viewer can participate. By participate I mean the viewer can see real things like making shapes out of clouds. If I create an abstract paintings which you think looks like a dog and I think looks like a rabbit, then I have succeeded.

Keys Money Wallet Cigarettes Gas and Beer by David Michael Jackson

I got keys money wallet cigarettes gas and beer
I’m waitin’ on my woman
I’m just standing here

I guess I can’t complain
she’s the top of my hill
she’s the wheels on my train

I got keys money wallet cigarettes gas and beer
I’m still waitin’ on my woman
I’m still standing here

I guess good things are
worth waiting for
I shuffle my feet
I walk the floor

What can she be doing
what can take this long
I should just go there
all alone

But there I’d be
having no fun
I’m the hot dog
she is my bun

I got keys money wallet cigarettes gas and beer
I’m still waitin’ on my woman
I’m still standing here
I’ll be standing here
standing here
standing
here

George Washington Poem by David Michael Jackson

IDEA OF THE WEEK

the dollar lies on the table
a crumpled george stares

steadfastly at me

as I write my critique

to a poet

who someday may need no critique from

some no one

such as

I

A crumpled george stares

back

he looks to be still troubled by those bad teeth

after all these

years

Ah george, get off my case I say

I told her the best I could

you smile the best you can

don’t you, George

you smile the best you

can

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