posted on January 21, 2012 at 9:07 pm

within the house of perpetual night

a wild and hungry evening

the people swarmed to the bars and restaurants

the phosphorescent  sea glimmered out there

no master could have captured its atmosphere

a boats lights bob in warm pinkness against the inky horizon

a breeze comes raking across the sea fresh from barbary

the elephant palms planted by queen Encelon

the tree lined boulevards lead to a lovely harbour

the people are affluent

the lamps in the houses are orange and red

where am i ?

lost in the breathless festival crowds

suddenly overcome by all the noise

then plunged into silence except for distant cars

the white noise of crashing waves upon our shores

the moon seems to moan

even the stars give off a slight sizzling sound

this summer of mans final times

a boat leaves for antioch

a ceremony to invoke a god with no name

prisoner in a cell who committed no crime

the arrival of love in the shape of a faun

always a summer though

the light through the trees

the nights were so warm the air was so dense

interwoven and bound in every sense

my holiday blurred through eyes of a boy

this night air is a miraculous cure for all ills

Encelon herself now sits in her arbour

surrounded by lodestones and pearls and in carnations

surrounded by paintings done by the masters

paintings of knights in lagoons and great muscled swans

paintings of heavenly visioned night encased within gold

dragged across unctuous membranes of silver

a faint electricity then follows the coils

Encelon in the warmth of her royal barbarian garden

reading her cards and drinking her tea

and the gardener who snips away at her hedges

and the cook who slaves away at her pie

and the riders who deliver her secret instructions

and the drivers who whisk her away to her sea

with all of that yet she cannot resist night

night has enveloped her favour in dark

night in the house of deep sleeping children

where summer co-ordinates their faded out dreams

summer and night go hand in hand

along marine avenue that leads to the boats

the water doth glitter and weave in its current

its easy to believe  some giant is under the sea

a worm from earths old days before its first rapture

a worm that swam in the depths of some sea

a huge black cold thing that knows all our names

it swims in the darkness of 5 thousand leagues

with every fathom it senses our coming

it smells all our souls from worlds away

but Encelon smiles in her garden of summer

the night reminds her of times long gone by

of dreams and of lovers who all run aground

before the reef of morning has loomed

the leaves outside her bedroom when she was a child

at night in summer they seemed to exult in these sea breezes

the night promised so much it could never deliver

each fool that believes it finds sorrow and blues

the night is a mercy on us shadowed in pain

but a night without sleep is an agony unequalled

you claw at its back but slumber is a beast

Encelon has spooked sleep with her trances and trinkets

in her sprawling mansion on top of the hill

she paces the floors until after the dawn

she sits by the fireplace all cold old and black

she watches the sun leap out of her sea

and me

i sit in this room

i paint and i write

i try my hand at a tune if i might

its quiet tonight

my own dear sleep beckons

i heed his heavy steps within my head

soon

then

i hit bed

 

 

 

21 Responses to “iridescent summer 2”

  1. Kraig
    Kraig | 21 January 2012 at 9:29 pm #

    “…this night air is a miraculous cure for all ills…”, oh yeah, how sweat thow night air truly is! Deeee-LISH that dish is! Let that Sun Shine!

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    colette | 21 January 2012 at 10:09 pm #

    At first, I thought Van Gogh Starry Night, but no, no master can capture this particular night… not just leaves outside bedroom but frangipani, possibly warm pink ones may help induce sleep. Dreams, anyway.

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    Ryan | 21 January 2012 at 11:40 pm #

    This series is great. Your imagery is perfect. Love stuff like this: “even the stars give off a slight sizzling sound”, “a huge black cold thing that knows all our names”, “the night promised so much it could never deliver” Total mastery of atmosphere. Love the picture as well – the colours and tones suggest raised walls, a man encased in liquid metal, with one half in darkness while one soaks in sun.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 22 January 2012 at 1:37 am #

    Excellent writing today…really love the pic, I am going to print that pic. Its very original- love the profile image.

    We got pounded with 8 inches of snow yesterday- this winter has been mild in Chicago but I believe its on the verge of catching up to normal totals of snow, but the ice is friggin insane. I was diagnosed yesterday with a ‘severe sprain’ of my left arm/elbow from my tumble on the 18th. It looks really nasty-even worse than yesterday. Bruises are the bodies inner tattoo factory, and this one is gonna stay with me for awhile. My Laura wont let me out of the hose, worried that I will tumble again and F-up my arm and back even more.

    AzAlwayz,
    Darrin JK

  5. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 22 January 2012 at 2:32 am #

    I really love these Summer tales, the two new paintings are excellent as well. I could see this one on an album cover, t-shirt etc. Looks like you are finding some time to work. Hope all is well.

    Take Care,

    Jason

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    Jonny Hollywood | 22 January 2012 at 2:53 am #

    that is a killer painting of the killer himself, I WANT THAT PAINTING KILLER!!! 🙂

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      Jonny Hollywood | 22 January 2012 at 2:54 am #

      a wild and hungry evening indeed…

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    Anonymous | 22 January 2012 at 5:00 am #

    and as a dream is begun comes the memory of confection… a pillowy cockle melting soft on his tongue

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    Freddie | 22 January 2012 at 6:59 am #

    Lost in your words and <3ing it!

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    . | 22 January 2012 at 11:23 am #

    one of those summers is asleep
    somewhere inside my memory,
    where the sinners and the priests
    walk along the same beach
    and the children jump with glee
    & the moms and dads enjoy their reprieve
    as they stare for a little while into an endless sea
    but there is still uncertainty…
    when the clouds roll in and invade my dreams
    and alien creatures play hide and seek
    in my house and in my laundry
    i know who they be
    i know who they be
    but they don’t scare me
    while i reassure myself of my sanity
    when these two worlds collide subconsciously
    but i’ve bridged that gap, at least temporarily
    and the strangeness gives me some sort of peace
    and encelon’s beauty
    reminds me of what it means to dream
    despite the suffering

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    Lady Di | 22 January 2012 at 12:37 pm #

    So much beauty comes out of that room.
    It’s magical.

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    Cocoamo | 22 January 2012 at 2:52 pm #

    Breathtaking. Your muse is hard at work.

    Did you paint this? It’s not your usual style. The eyes (or lack thereof) are frightening. It’s very good though.

    My prayer for you and all who suffer…
    Deep sleep
    Sweet dreams
    Comfort from pain.

    May your guardian angel envelop you in a shroud of intense love and caring compassion. I know it can happen.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 22 January 2012 at 2:55 pm #

    So onto a…
    Abstract Illusion 012112

    Can we all be on the wrong side of divinity?
    Has the line ended at those who stood before us
    Or are we pounded until the reality sets in that
    we live in an unforeseen future somewhere nestled
    in time.

    Gods of war nomore left to uprise
    soldiers of armies become forgotten children
    this all seems a step above a hamster habitat.
    Just imagine that.

    The never ending search for the truth untold
    The never ending search for your shattered insanity.

    Darrin JK

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    Tanya | 22 January 2012 at 3:22 pm #

    How can one person intrigue and mystify poetically, lyrically & aesthically? It boggles my mind what words can do; your observations of what could be overlooked as the most mundane become so much more with your assessments, giving it meaning, validation or keeping it amongst the most banal by your statements.

    BTW: Your art is changing…is it technique, evolution of some sort or something going on inside…

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    Tanya | 22 January 2012 at 3:24 pm #

    Excuse me, aesthetically…

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    Steven Krut | 22 January 2012 at 6:07 pm #

    I prefer the painting with the sea at your back. I have a sunny disposition. Oh, man, it’s so gray and dreary here in Atlanta. You’ve got me longing for summer. Not a muggy, oppressive Georgia summer, but the summers of my youth up in Maryland. Ocean City in the ’70s. The boardwalk alive with festive activity. Children with cotton candy, the roar of Pac-Man and pinball from the arcades, the smell of crab cakes, fries and taffy on the salty air, some dude building a sand sculture as a crowd gathers round, licking at their ice cream cones. Pop songs playing from every direction – the Eagles, Foghat, Aerosmith, 10cc, Seals & Crofts. Off in the distance, people scream with pleasure from the carnival rides at the boardwalk’s end. And always in the background, the soothing, relaxing surf. One year I spent the entire summer in my Ocean City paradise working various restaurant jobs. Oh, to be a teenager in the ’70s at a beach resort! All the beautiful bronzed girls with their feathered, Farrah Fawcett hair. The pursuits, the conquests, the party at the rich dude’s father’s beach house that spills out into the night. Drunken revelers running up and down the sand. Skinnydippers in the moonlight. Take a seat on the driveway curb to share a spliff. Is that a cop car coming? Thurdsay night date with the new waitress from Delaware. A round of mini golf, too stoned and laughing too hard to make any of the shots. Holding hands down the boardwalk. Win a stuffed animal at the Coke bottle ring toss. Make out behind the ferris wheel. When do you have to go back to school? When are you going to be too old to come back here? Never forget me, do you promise? I promise.

  16. avatar
    andy | 22 January 2012 at 8:14 pm #

    you leave me feeling out of my depth here………
    so many brilliant contributions.
    my head is in a spin.

  17. avatar
    That Girl | 22 January 2012 at 10:18 pm #

    The Painting took me first,I looked at it again. I liked it. The words sometimes I get it sometimes I don’t. I can only be honest regardless of big brother. I put myself out there , the etiquette of the blog I’m still learning but what I write is true. Back to your words ! I look forward to reading them I’m always wow.

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    eekie | 22 January 2012 at 10:23 pm #

    I like the painting a lot. Very strong piece. Excellent!

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    hellbound heart | 25 January 2012 at 8:42 pm #

    oh my!
    love always……


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