Posts Tagged ‘thistle’

Maybe Why It’s Not Art: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

February 8, 2015

I wasn’t trying/
to “say” anything. I was/
just trying to “do”.Blue drape -- what was I trying to say in Thistle's Ghost Down


Creating Found Object Art: A Draped-Wall Recipe — Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

February 8, 2015

Blank Canvas
Blank canvas for Blue drape'd graffiti wall, Thistle, Utah ghost town
A grafittied and windowed
cement, brick and adobe ruined wall
in a ghost town
in Central Utah.

A several foot long
orange and black
polyester rope.
Two 5-inch pieces
of bailing wire.
Several pieces of old blue tarp,
starting to dissolve,
twisted, torn
and actively ripping.
A used square red 4-holed brick.
A used broken yellow clay brick.
Two pieces,
one yellow,
one orange,
of baling twine
pulled off rotted hay bales.


Throw the rope through
the Eastern-most,
partially bricked-up
Cask of Amontillado-like,
toward the snow-covered,
sunset pink mountain peaks
in the distance.

The black-orange coral-snake
now hangs over
the graffitied north wall
of the adobe and cement house ruins.
Take one end of
the largest piece
of blue tarp
and twist-tie it to the rope.

Unravel the frayed blue plastic
until you find the strongest
and longest
opposite the rope end.

Tie the open end
to another end of frayed blue tarp.
Repeat the process,
laying the tarp lengthwise
along the base of the cement/adobe wall,
until it reaches the far western wall.

Twist-tie two pieces of bailing twine
to the end of the frayed blue tarp piece.
Take the other end of twine
and run it
through a center hole of the red brick.
Tie them together.
First installation: Blue drape'd graffiti wall, Thistle, Utah ghost town
Raise the red brick to sit on the edge
of the far West window.
The frayed blue tarp will rise.
Unfurl and untwist
pieces of blue tarp
so they are extended
as far as possible.

Final Adjustments
In the center,
raise a triangled piece
of frayed blue tarp
to the sill of the third window.
Place the yellow brick on the tarp,
holding it in place.

The blue tarp will now be draped
over the wall.
Push the red brick
through the western window,
so the tarp raises higher
and is taut.

In the center,
find a grommet
in the blue tarp.
Take a piece of baling wire
and twist it through the grommet,
leaving the wire’s end
extended.Final adjustments-- Blue drape'd graffiti wall, Thistle, Utah ghost town -- hanging

Raise the blue tarp and grommet
as high as possible.
Insert the bailing wire
deep into a crack between the bricks
in the middle bricked-up window,
insuring it is tight.

Go to the other side
of the Eastern,
partially-bricked window,
and pull the rope
until the tarp
is completely raised
and taut.


Is It Art? What Is?

Christo trucked in
fabric sheets
and ran a fence,
draping miles
of Nature’s perfect
California coastal
mountainside scenery.

They raised The Gates,
which stood
in Central Park,
stopping folks
wanting to bike
and play
on the lawn.

In 14 days,
the mono-colored
Tibetan Prayer-Flag-like
won’t be taken down.

The fabric
and the ropes
and the walls
and the creators
won’t have grant money
or books written about,
or Life Magazine photo essays

Yet who is to say that
groupings of found objects,
similarly hung
by unknown creatives
on the side of
a mud-slide destroyed
in a Utah railroad ghost town
once known as Thistle,
isn’t also art?

Completed hanging: Blue drape'd graffiti wall, Thistle, Utah ghost town

Return(ed) With Honor: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

February 8, 2015

The red sandstone lay,
slight dimpled drill hole,
square-cut right-angled block,
beneath an ancient cross-joist
floor timber.

I thought I could take it,
a memory of someone’s old home,
a house I’d often seen
before a geological disaster
mud-slid, then drowned it
and its town,
thistle down,
into near oblivion.

Utah’s Pompeii,
covered with mud
except for a few

This red sandstone rectangle,
90 degree
right angle cut
not found in nature:
No one would miss it.

The rough red
would create an awesome border
on my garden,
a new use for old stone.

But even as I hoisted it
and walked car-ward,
it seemed to say:
Heading downhill,
I slipped on rain-soaked mud
and had to throw it as I fell
to avoid having it
crush my pelvis.

Sitting in the back
of my car,
it seems to whisper
“Take me home.”

I almost dropped it off
last night,
right after I nearly hit
a white-tailed deer
on State Route 89,
near where there jersey barrier
separates me
and the block
from the home
it has known
for a hundred years.

Do the stones
have souls?
Do the square-cut corners
and dimpled indentations
still hold memories
and longingly speak?

I do not know.
I do know
that it does not belong
with me,
in my garden.
So I willdid return it
with honor,
and will hopefully
not slip again.
Returning Red Sandstone - Thistle Ghost Town

Silent Stairway To Nowhere: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 7, 2015

Decades of feet ran/
up these old ghost town stairs, which/
now just lead nowhere.Stairs Now Lead Nowhere in the Ghost Town of Thistle, Utah

Growth of a Thistle: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 1, 2010

Glenna Evans Victoria BC Memorial Service - thistles and GlennaAt the Victoria, BC “Remembering Glenna” celebration of Glenna Evan’s life, the juxtaposition of her photo and these thistle blossoms gave me insight and muse for this Haiku:

Out of thistle’d thorns,/
first beauty, then art, passion,/
now understanding.

No More Eeyore: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 25, 2010

There’s no more Eeyore./
Thistle chomping is passe’./
No more “Oh, bother”.

Alternative ending:
There’s no more Eeyore./
Thistle chomping is passe’./
Funfunfun is in!