PRELUDE 2 JACKKIE

Drft...Wud


Trapped in a dream
living it in pain

painting it all
in charcoal stains

bringing up a dawn
from the nights spawn

Am searching for a star
in the abyss of a black hole far

if life is a function
of time space and dream
the constant is a black charcoal


all the big bang and string
like transient scartch & scream
are but mind's frill

on the canvass of Universe
black and still.

so what is a MIND then
a puppet show of molecules
fidgetty and gay
sometime dead,sometimes on play.

and as i say so
theres a meteor that streaks the sky
a child squabbles with dye
a man writes his final deed
a frenzied waltz in a kicking feet

and that some ONE abstracted
who watches Jackkie's

"Portrait and a Dream"

when he was a jackass
and when he is Him




JACKKIE THE JACK ASS





PORTRAIT AND DREAM by
JACKSON POLLOCK


Pollock said the head on the right of this painting was a portrait of himself “when I’m not sober”.
head on the left
"In his hour – when he had his hour – Pollock believed the mess inside him was somehow communicable and beautiful. Then, it was. Now, separate from this chaos of dreams, he contemplates its violence, menace, tangled psychosexual mayhem, as baffled as we are."
Jonathan Jones

link http://pollocksthebollocks.com/2008/03/15/portrait-and-a-dream-jackson-pollock-1953/

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ARBORETUM IN MAKING

BAOBAB
ADANOSIA DIGITATA
NATIVE : HOT DRY SAVANNAH SUB-SAHARA AFRICA
AP,KARNATAKA.




OCTOPUS TREE
UMBRELLA TREE
TUPIDANTHUS CALYPTRATUS
NATIVE : Australia, New Guinea and Java


SOME OF THESE DAYS I WILL HAVE MY OWN ARBORETUM
TILL I GET EDUCATED ENOUGH .....

3/8/10

the first thing i learn regarding transplant and regeneration is that if your transplant like
it there in the bed it shows you a high five
yeah !! not jocking
my baoobab and octopus tree like the bed we prepared
how do i know ?
simple its showing high fives
both of them have unfurled each new set of foliage
as is a fist opening up cool
let me see i can learn more
my mali says they are growing up pretty
oh !!yeah
that is what one calls
coolieoooo!!

26/8/10
some stupid goat ate all the green foliage of my octopus tree. it was a downer .
felt blue most of the period thought it was going to wither away.
as i was parking my car yesterday saw a green shoot coming up. Today it opened up like a green fist
giving a high five
cool !!!
hope the stupid goat is'nt around shala patha !!
AND THE BAOBAB is doing just fine previously it was below my knee
now it has crossed the shoulder 15 days it would cross me for sure
think sir kept it to make a Bonsai of it.
DOUBLE COOL !!

la siesta

Drft...Wud

at .....
5:59 am
Monday


BARK !!

was all Benson Soren could utter as the grande valse fell like dew drops into the small glass aquarium bedroom. Brimful with aquamarine early morning deluge.Like a fish his hand swam in the morning ray deep into the river of NOKIA where the soul of Francisco Tárrega was trapped transformed into a fluttering nymph .Which was now jetting out Tárrega's gems in staccato of spitoons ,kicking up a schism in the silken Bernoulli of fresh morning air along the humane curves of his naked foil.
his fingers metamorphosed into shark tooth, tore 13-16 bars and had the nymph hacked gory by a sudden snap.


6:00 am Monday


BARK!!BArk...


was all he could cough up to the abstractions that trouble him at night.
As his mind dawdled off into a real sleep


Daily 6:00 am

was his hour of redemption.Ben truly enjoyed redemption like stuffs. He enjoyed this so much so that he resisted the pills with promise of dreams.Which he had in bucket full free & legal. In amounts you would find gold goblets at king solomons mine.
It was when he took out his vorpal blade hidden beneath his pillow.


Snicker !! Snack !!

with a swift blow he took those monsters down.


Oh ! how sweet it felt


as his tryst melted down into an amnesia of nectery sleep churrned up from the viscous bile in his deepest pits.Like the nymph breaking free of the frozen bars into a frenzied waltz.
Probably this was all he lived for.All the time after that ,its candy juice formed diamond strands.And all the time within the lattice ,the little yellow molecules, got closer and closer.
A gargantuan heat & brobdingnagian force built up to a cataclysmic proportion. Till the whole crystal castle collapsed into a sandstorm of golden wasp which stung his eyes like thousands spears squirting acids into the sore. So he could take it no more & closed his eyes ...........to wake up to the world

by 8:30 am

8:31 am

BARK !!! BARK !! BARK!! BARK....

he was hurtling down mad
into A Rash above the head-post
that read

'In the core of God's abysm,—
Was a weed of self and schism;'

from his
"Santhali" mother ....Long dead.......infected from a white magician.




NB :
WE ALWAYS HAVE LIFE EXPERIENCES OF VERY SHORT DURATION. MUNDANE DAILY OCCURRENCE THAT DON'T MAKE IT TO A STORY. DUE TO THEIR DAILY APPEARANCE. SAY LIKE A SUNRISE.BUT ARE OF IMMANENCE SIGNIFICANCE TO MAN DUE TO THEIR VITAL REPEATABILITY. IT IS SO MUCH HIS PART OF CHARACTER.IN-FACT SOMETIMES HIS WHOLE BEING.SO I TRIED TO WRITE ON THIS OSERVATION OF MINE.SINCE I DIDN'T COME ACROSS ANY SUCH TECHNIQUE BEFORE.SO I DONT HAVE A NAME FOR IT.TAKING THE RESPONSIBILITY OF AN INVENTER OF THIS TECHNIQUE.I CALL THIS STUFF
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MIDGETS
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THIS IS NOT A SHORT STORY OR A POETRY.
RATHER A SITUATION BUILDING UP EXERCISE
I GIVE YOU MY midget.
MY FIRST SHOT.
A WIDGET FOR MIND PLAY
GO PLAY...............