Cirque Calder Family
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
There is a childlike quality of creation that is maintained throughout Calder’s life. We should be so fortunate. So, a bit of prosetry for imagining what his studio life might have been like. To watch him in action, go to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6jwnu8Izy0
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Cirque Calder Family
by Odin Roark
Lonely this
My restless paint blobs
Absorbing precious air
Risking dehydration
Moisture deprived patience
Waiting atop my platform
Resting precariously upon cut wire
And tapered metal sheets
Awaiting tomorrow's work load
Master catnaps
Sprawled beside more wire and metal sheets
While real cat
Possesses Master's bedding
Her throne
Her mattress
All around
Bright colors crave daybreak
As studio fans drift their meager air
Turning delicate shapes meekly
Their kinetic fulcrums never idle
Other imaginings stand stoical in ring two
While ring one and three
Await trapeze figures
String ropes adrift
Large nocturnal mobiles
Idle patiently
Reflecting unfinished Big Top pieces
Table and floor installations
Galleries waiting
Catching moonlight
Wall doodles and sketches
Tarry further inspiration
Like my inspiration
The indubitable smell
Texture
Emotion
Only my paint dapples
Smeared on his faithful
Monsieur Palette can provide
Of course
Beside me
Always beside me
Tireless Pinch Nose
Holds I'm fay
Tough guy
Pliered twisting and crunching
Bent on convincing me
We're just tools
Says he
Not so
Says the Master
You're part of family
And so it goes
Brief respites
While imagination
Envisions its next
To be
Illusory reality
Remaining child-like
Understanding little of rest
A catnap?
Maybe
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Ron
imaginative and 'different' circus
paid due respects by a poet who knows
not only what lies inside the big tent
but soberly outside it, as well;
this, Odin, is fine
john
budd
Bright colors crave daybreak
As studio fans drift their meager air
Turning delicate shapes meekly
Their kinetic fulcrums never idle
There is a sententious (and I mean this in the positive, affirmative sense of 'pithy' and 'aphoristic') sentience, an energy with a vivacious viscosity about these personified objects... you invest your ode with such vivid life, Odin... such a restless vigor of vitality that one can only assume the artist more than merits this mirthful and highly lauditory portrait as much if not more than most close readers will most assuredly enjoy reading it! (I know I did.)
Roger