April 10, 1980 - question of the day

why tell the truth
unless
it
was
to
save
your
life?

At the museum with all the beautiful Art

A new poem

Brothers

As Florencio awaits his magic rocket

Floyd Collins watches from 55 feet

beneath Kentucky

a broken electric bulb by his side.

The terracotta miners in China

lay on their sides in the cold dark

eyes wide, staring.

In Sugar Notch, PA

an ancient miner rubs at his tearing eyes,

and can see nothing.

The capsule rises,

it’s odd path

and oblique trajectory suggesting flight.

The miners know better.

This is an earth bound ascension, a

ripping from stone

of what has already been taken.

In Kentucky, Floyd Collins moans.

He reaches out to touch his

electric bulb, it is so cold.

He strains to hear the voice of the lone reporter.

He hears only air and space and stone.

Florencio rises, begins to lift.

There is a hush.

In Kentucky, Floyd looks at Florencio

"Brother", he whispers, through the rock

and the years,

"Florencio, you are our Christ to be reborn!

I, too, was once Christ in the Tomb".

In China, terracotta eyes turn

mutely following.

In Pennsylvania, a miner mouths broken

words falling, cracking,

the scratching dust dark.

Florencio Avalos

ascends to heaven

today

in Copiabo, Chile,

13 October,

2010.

©kathryncollins2011

Gouache on gessoed paper

recent poem

Three Jellyfish

Three jellyfish hung above her, their

tentacles hanging

down her lank hair, their

gelatinous bodies moving

swaying in the breeze. Behind them the

sky was blue and forever deep.

There was a single cloud, a puff,

high off to the right of her

particular sky.

This, too, was slowly moving,

in this case, steadily

to the right,

or west. The hovering, floating disks

slowly gave way to gravity

wafted down

settling beside her.

She lay there drowsing.

thoughts wandered this way and

that. Her leg itched. An ant restlessly

picked his way across her thigh.

She slept.

©Kathryn Collins

new season

This is an old digital piece. I really need to get hold of a scanner. I am working on two paintings right now, at a glacial pace, but working none the less, and I am even doing a few drawings when I am at 'meetings' ...I just wanted to post something. A wonderful barista at Peet's in Newton gave me a cd of her band's music and it was great!!! Her band is called Absinthe Rose and I was so blown away. If I wasn't so aged I would even go to a show! http://www.absintherose.com/ Please check them out.

I Love Wite-Out Pens

April Fools

Well, hello dere

Not quite convinced

smarter than everyone

can't sleep

some new digital drawings

web men

man in a web

click to enlarge

one more post for today

nobody, not even the rain

I made a book for my wife for our wedding. A series of relief prints set to a lovely poem by ee cummings.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Carole G

My friend Carole. I enjoy her company so much. She makes me laugh and laugh. She doesn't know I drew her portrait...

Galway City