"Tunnel Vision"
Photograph by Kimmy Van Kooten
Dubrovnik, Yugoslavia 1996
Optimized
"I love my golden wings and I want to fly right into the sun until they are all draggled and battered . . . " Mary Heaton Vorse
"Abstract Arches"
Out of a realm in some auriferous sky beyond thoughts beckoning, impossibilities of my . . . Made up animations . . . animating subsistence Fluttering amid further, while furthering the distant distance
Here . . . hear how me my soul shivers and a Spirit heir airs An enhanced accent, assenting to e’er I unravel an unreal, unreeled by injection like the feel feel insertions of serried perceptions
Exposing sees . . . the one’s never quite seized! I’m in another express Addressing the undressed . . . baring bearing’s unsown Going with the flow, I’m all on my own!
For no one impression just daubs in the daub The idea of it all paints paintings on walls! With unseen colors . . . it lets me, I am! I draw . . . I gleam, I’m set . . . set free on the lam!
A Vorse is a Vorse, even, of course will be coarse Bristled with distinction I followed the tracks in a stupor through cracks Up aisles of isles of wiles and back!
With shoed feet in feat . . . my will spanned in knacks I hung out on a limb to nick the abstract This golden arcade that arched my existence Appeared in a wight's rite, right of the essence Braiding braids through my heart, in ribband exacts Nee bending here where no sinner’s rove lacks In aught, I just ought, and in wrest, I am resting I wade for the wading, In sane, I’m abrading
I get caught in this seine let lucid escape . . . rising up that ghat that rases the bane With a stoned quean of Queens, and a King that was thronged Who reigns with reins, rapping wrappings of wrongs?
Babbling brooks of my breath, tempt my unmeaning’s so quenched Thirsty at best, a swallow’s down nests . . . so Blessed!
So, sow real the far-reaching and dig out deep-seats of reasoning . . . leach from cering! Wake up! . . . seams seem like their peeling! Sing songs unstayed Your schematic Creator 's way, weighs! Representational truth, lives life all aloof, abducted obtusely with no context in use
Come, walk with me in a Netherworld of the untamed In an array . . . a ray, directing life force of day! Defining humanness under the surface of consciousness insinuates no assailable boundaries in this world of incompetence
Stirring, stir the pot of our ingrained imaginations In an aesthetic spawning stew for improver rations Culminate now, with all your smears and yore splotches Reach for apprizing . . . a mad organism watches! . . . In my unpredictable In the here. . . In you. . . in our,
"Abstract Arches" sings to heavens through earthly gates and echoes its voice through ontologic spiritual consciousness blowing the great teleological stone to etch its hope on ~ and sigh to free the carbon of doubt. It has paid its poetic dues to the coffer of Minerva, and has given Erato many reasons to smile proudly in honor of Phoebus.
"Abstract Arches" is a glowing page of poetic-philosophic depth covering its subjects dealt to full understanding ~ and depicting its soul ~ with a lexis dictated by the heart of a wise mind to deliver this poetized to enrich The American Fine Letters.
"Abstract Arches" has offered an enjoyable literary banquet.
Most beautiful offering Kimmy.....very well done!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2007
Wow Kimmy, this is quite a piece of work! Your play on words and presentation of theme within this piece is amazing. I know it must have taken a great deal of hard work and time to create this. I enjoyed it very much!
~Butch
The weight of your prodigious words makes me have fallen arches, Kimmy, standing on my little flat feet IN AWE AND WONDERMENT!!! You play with a lexicon like a dolphin flipping a ball and your agility is mesmerising. Your love for it all shines BRILLIANTLY. This conjures, among other things, the sense of echo to me, when sending sound along, under and through such arches and tunnels. I love the way whatever it is we send out comes back to us multiplied and metamorphosed. Like your meanings here, I think. MY, HOW I HAVE MISSED YOUR UNIQUE ART, ARCHITECTURE AND SCULPTURE WITH WORDS, KIMMY. Welcome Home! :)) K xx
Kimmy this is so beautiful has a wonderful message entwined and reflections of the poetic artist of mind... A blessing,
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Stirring, stir the pot of our ingrained imaginations
In an aesthetic spawning stew for improver rations
Culminate now, with all your smears and yore splotches
Reach for apprizing . . . a mad organism watches!
. . . In my unpredictable
In the here. . . In you. . .
in our,
Welcome back Poet who "...hangs in a limb to nick the abstract..." and that is "...abducted obtusely with no context..." weaving a psychedelic fabric for us to se, like a tapestry picture made in a burst of mad happiness and to the seer to interpret.
As usual, the poet doesn't suffer of tunnel vision.
Great work.
Georg
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"Abstract Arches" is a glowing page of poetic-philosophic depth covering its subjects dealt to full understanding ~ and depicting its soul ~ with a lexis dictated by the heart of a wise mind to deliver this poetized to enrich The American Fine Letters.
"Abstract Arches" has offered an enjoyable literary banquet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
and the visions created within are beautiful.
Loved this, Kimmy!
Love Tinka
~Butch
Most enjoyable
thank you
Love & peace
William
Carole~
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Stirring, stir the pot of our ingrained imaginations
In an aesthetic spawning stew for improver rations
Culminate now, with all your smears and yore splotches
Reach for apprizing . . . a mad organism watches!
. . . In my unpredictable
In the here. . . In you. . .
in our,
Abstract Arches. . . "
Peace, Josie
Keep flyin' from reality, the sky's the limit!
Loved it. ~Mara
As usual, the poet doesn't suffer of tunnel vision.
Great work.
Georg
Beautiful selection of words here.
God Bless,
Lew
Well done.
Fee