NEW RENAISSANCE / OUTSIDE EVERYTHING IS BURNING

NEW RENAISSANCE Version 2010

if ever there was a transformation via culture
we ask where and when and why
cannot this be replicated in our brief warring lifetime?
Patronage meant churches then-they are parasites upon our taxes still
Art means stained glass or occasional musicians and choirs
sometimes a sculpture of some suffering saint
or a jesus torn by thorns and whipped by haters
Corporations our churches now-they pay for office decoration
anonymous as facades,they pay for grays and muted tones
to hide the CEO bonuses while starving artists on commission
make anonymous art for anonymous boredrooms
Renaissance on the walls outside-Banksy in Bristol
self-subsidizing visual vocabularies powered by contemporary truth
Christo-packaging as a theme paid for by sponsors
Dancing man Keith Haring on any vacant space giving motion to meaning
every graffitti artist-even wanker taggers-filling vacuums with scrawls upon walls
same as Sumerians/wise as Solomons/outside the Galleries of Price Tags
where Names meet Prices over cocktails-the evolution continues
Renaissance upon every space available-analogue to digital
You will know them by the trail of lights that animate and illuminate
every Holy New Vision-when it is shared in Common(Copyright Freely Given)
FOR JULIAN ENOCH BRUNO(co-host of CAFE CAFFEINE WEDNESDAYS)




OUTSIDE EVERYTHING IS BURNING

outside,everything is burning
inside you are writing Marcus Aurelius meditations
reading the sacred texts of desert
listening to the earth through a long hollow tube
Violence erupts around us
(we seem to live in free willed chaos)
yet your stillness is a deer,alive,alert,watching,vigilant
when so many have only hunters' eyes
you sip by the water of ideas,and have emotions
Only one butterfly wing makes it into cage page poems
Why do they put a pin through the heart of such beauty?-
is it to show how colors fade when stacked away?
or is the art of collection more than the miracle of flight?
You are familiar with loss-and offer
your presence as bandage for the world's wounds
You know the vocabulary of birdsong,and listen at the gates of dawn
When babies coo and giggle,it is because they know you are present
You have a calming presence.All sense this
When can you be kind enough to allow yourself to cry
and laugh /simultaneous?
FOR PATRICK BOSWELL(co-host of CAFE CAFFEINE WEDNESDAYS)