Title: Manuscript Cartography by Exotic Settlers (original manuscript made into art)

On the Artwork

ON THE ARTWORK - Manuscript Cartography by Exotic Settlers

The splatter paint over the faded pencil asks about the depth of the viewer. The viewer who chooses to go further than the paint enters into the experimental cartographic space where the name for this piece derives. While the content of the writing is obscured by the splatter paint, to view past the paint engages the viewer in multiple art forms as they clash (overlap) and harmonize (reveal new patterns and phrasings).

The choice of blue and green represent the sky and earth, as they are defined by this peculiar impression of their “settlement,” on the page. The sky and earth being part of a “settlement” connotes an entire world being impressed over the original impression on the page (the writing).

While settlement is often perceived as a calculated and technical mark of progress, it is in this sense being re-defined as an improvised chaos of pure human expression through the spontaneous splatter onto the penciled words, which originated on the page independently of any painting idea.

The splatter paint, in effect, embodies the “settler,” and its multi-colored facet further emphasizes its exoticism against the subdued writing.

While both the writing and the paint are part of spontaneous, fully improvised art forms of pure expression, the piece asks to defy the viewer’s preconceived notions of settlers as plain and understood and more; asks who the viewer resonates with, the settler or immediately observable and colorful expression (paint) or the original impression on the page which requires a bit more effort to engage with (writing).

The themes embedded within the paint and the writing, however, are expressed equally spontaneously and share the same space, either harmoniously or not relative to the viewer’s opinion, which aims at not presupposing any superiority between expressions of origination and settlement.

Preamble

PREAMBLE

Exotic Settlers charts the journey of experiencing the naturally transformative process of ending a period of transitional residence, and beginning to live in one place exclusively.

Questions of home, travel and what is foreign are approached creatively through a lens adjusted through self-reflection on these themes, which led to my own "settlement" within, as I have become more permanently resident in a specific place.

The transitional effect lingers psychologically whereby there are character archetypes and features of personal experience, which fade away and leave only a bitter nostalgia in their place, striking as a whiplash wound. This sensation is frequently common to those who stand their ground.

The concepts of the "settler" and normative stereotypes of the "exotic" are placed in abstract, sometimes jarring contexts as to displace fixed notions about any respective moral judgment.

The experimental verse goes through a process of intensified critique on our historic way of life as North American settlers and focuses this critique especially at our notions of the "other."

By the end of the collection, there is neither strict closure nor resolve about a permanent sense of home, only a greater awareness of perspective as it lies sometimes firmly, but mostly without any grasp on any actual "thing" on a ground of experimental, flowing, spontaneous expressions in language.

unreliable fortune


"what unreliable fortune!"

the bronze mask foretells a granted wish.

"that squirrelly rascal who defended his money based on numbers and licks
a body caressed with growing sores
living excrement fumigating the stringy marriage
wafting scrawny brains over the stovetop dream
fanned and purring as the Lynx
whose stormy eyes behold the revolution
behind the First Kingdom's daring ring"

a truth, bold yet sarcastic
staring at the one-eyed shrinks
whose businesses flop overnight among lost wedding rings
searching through pipes that mourn and feel for rain
in the sandstorm cuss over headphone radios
adjusted to receive the millions' antennae
stolen by the brash, false theocratic winds
that like mist, scour and deprive our roasting flesh
inside these holy ovens

conjoining twin lovers
in the rustic maze factories
purchased from fish-winged corruptors
who bribe and talk their way beyond the darkest horizon
resounding with mother tongues and forgotten poverty
a lonesome education, boasting over the loudspeaker

to overthrow what is wrong and destroy the selfish malaise
that stares us in each eye everyday
as we wake before television mortality

and so we, following traditional community

rant asinine
like swallowed mice or frantic insecticide bugs
thick with a failing drear,
overwhelming and deliberate
grinning before death
freed by sudden predators who appear from nowhere
afraid

stuffing vision into the foamy dark clouds behind our eyes
and lunging finally into a dusk so remote
as to be buried in a sanctified purity
musing and paralyzed before these footsteps, grazed by holy goats and bulls
knowing the escalating tribal fount, that wise and sure prepared a tombstone
blessed by the greatest personal lover
to write eager opulence in our heaven-sent wars

lifted and proud

"we stalk ageless goddesses with rifles and classic brawn
raising our young to be orators, producers, and ceremonialists
who rouse tradition from the sleep of the father's mind
and elegantly replace the mother's key beneath her oil-doused pillow"

whose subconscious weakness found wasteland archetypes in the pivoting mold
firming its spot over a government home
becoming woven in a mescaline-inspired design
towards one verse that drank its own androgynous fluid and reasoned with the self
to depart into shadow

diverse in mind
yet with heart, always uniting under the waving sun
his flowing shores, her rocking chair
and the certain calm that displaced a weathered hurt
craved over frozen stones

living with smoke
over the ancient elders
voting and leading democratic births

throughout a pirate's lore
that spoke in every word on these futuristic, gold-swept lands
ruined with a history, obscured

"where words exist as bones and sculpted mountains
fire myths into the freed air"

running up cliff-sides
ecstatic with spirit and aromatic health
a restful cyclical completion
feeling necessity as an opened circle
renewed daily with orbital trust

to tell a life story without rush
silence, meaning, space
to breathe and find emptiness fulfilling, with round perspective

a heritage, dipped in honey
still, chasing modern vertigo
sleepless with profound need
basic, on display

inhuman drives into busy roads
leading to other strange, fleeing ruffians
whose blood gives answers to the prophetic 
orgasming mystery

feminine and wide-awake, covered in dead leaves, unafraid
waiting yet wandering in mind and thought
to behave fresh and lost to conversations
caught on tape and played to street-side roamers
who weasel money from pockets
changing colors

fraudulent skinned men
showering under a microphone 
uttering gibberish
and pouting in medieval languages
while undressed wives commit to books
long with emotional vagrancy
leaving behind their intelligent rhymes to dust clothes

bleached and stressed with wrinkled faces
blow-dried and ironed beyond disgust
for a droop of skin or unfitting lash
and the turmoil, scratching on skulls

pulling sockets out from raw chicken-liver veins
tossed in a rainbow salad
to be shoved up the ass of squealing swine
who make their mark each day to the Machine

giving tours to bombshell parades 
while ransacked homes dirty with religious names
and so they rinse their hands in the extroverted infirmary of the new colony
ventilating their earlobes over carcasses
exhumed with blameless strife

(a pleasing response from the museum audience)

whose beer-bellied versions long outlive the trampled voices
calling with unchanged passages
within big-chested songs, and visionary flames
dancing over feet shaking with male fertility
and predation, striking artful technology
crystalline, aside skin-tight heart vices
buzzing and scraping violently
into the demonic peace that surrounds and escapes nightly
from the earliest staff-worshiped
looming curse, heard echoing
circling, and freeing all being
in one release

February 9, 2011 Chinatown Calgary
Settling and surrendering in the warm breadth of her eye

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