Hybrid
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World Made Flesh, and Some Nights, It Gets So Dark
by Brent Canle
art: "Solaris" by Juan José Clemente
World Made Flesh
We woke this morning to find that the world was made of flesh. Skin covered everything. Freckles stained the sidewalk. Cars weave between pores in the road. The skyscraper’s windows were the milky membrane of blind eyes.
In the buildings, at work, we entered veins and all day rushed around into different orifices having meetings, completing tasks, meeting deadlines. The streets below us pulsed as buses exhaled into the coming night air.
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As Jay DeFeo Paints by Lenore Myers
“Land of Plenty” by Vera Illiatova
Deathrose – The White Rose – The Rose (1958-1966)
1
Did your daily attention to paint
its weight
its hue in changing light
its sculptural bulges
its chasms
make your painting more
like words?
2
I start in the figure
as you never did
although the surface was of immediate concern
you started in the thing
itself
Paintbrush between your teeth
3
What defines the figure
Who says what ground
The art of FUNK
The surface all fucked up
or
The process of fucking up
into revelation
4
You break it the
surface
never lies
right with you
5
By weight,
