Ted Talk to Myself

‘Real Art’ in ‘Real Galleries’ holds the attention of a viewer for about 11 seconds. It has been proven by major galleries who have videotaped visitors, that those visitors spend longer reading the ‘explanation’ of a piece of art, than looking at the thing! Outrageous! What a lot they miss out on by not spending time looking at something and making their own observations and stories. I can’t think of a single piece of art that I’ve seen anywhere….including skimming FB …that is worth that little attention……..I once spent an hour in a room with a sculpture by a Brazilian artist called Tunga. It was at Whitechapel art gallery. I couldn’t leave the room. People drifted in and out. It was something like a giant metal hair comb…metal strands of ‘hair’ leading to a kind of metal ‘club’ ….it was incredibly powerful. Which not a single other person who entered and left the room during that hour would have been aware of…..For me, the value in getting art students to sit down and do ‘their version’ of a piece of art, is most certainly not so they learn how to copy things. It’s to get them to look closely, spend time with a piece of art. Learn to take their time just looking, so they absorb the values a particular artist instilled in the piece. Question it. Hate those values if they like. Then they will be able to make their own decisions about what they want from their own work……In one of my previous Ted Talks to Myself, I brought up ‘With a Poet’s Eye’…an anthology produced by the Tate gallery, yonks ago….and how I liked Ekphrasis poets who looked closely at a piece of art….and used it as a Massive Springboard for writing something original and true to themselves. I hate when writers use art in a lazy descriptive way…but even then…people are looking closely!

Bartering

In a previous life, I’m pretty sure I perfected the art of bartering. It doesn’t fail me, even in the 21st century. I’m not great at the 21st century. Bartering is the ideal system for me. Based on a very important and flexible system, where value doesn’t involve exchange of money, it seems more equal. I’m naive about exchange of goods for money, though I recognise it has made the world ‘spin around’ for centuries.

Let Down….and I Will Survive…..

Gloria Gaynor….you made it all so simple! Being let down by people you don’t care about is Water off a Duck’s Back isn’t it? Being let down by People You Thought Were on Your Side….is a bit tougher. But…here we all are…. And there are so many Other People Out There…..who Step Up…..so here we all are ……Doing Much Better than Merely Surviving……

Doing what I do best….and not bothering with the rest….

I’ve given up FB for Lent….or forever….time will tell. I’ve given up other things too. Relying on people (I gave up on that a long time ago, but sometimes I need to remind myself.) The thing about FB is…it’s a very crowded room, with everyone talking at the top of their voices. And I don’t like crowded rooms, loud voices….or the way everyone becomes cartoons of themselves.
I’m going to go back to just doing the things I can do: Art. Writing. Caring for animals.
And avoid the things I can’t do: Fitting in. Self-promoting. Believing what people say.

Issue Eighteen

Fab online magazine. My artwork happens to be on the cover 🙂

Riggwelter

Welcome to the eighteenth issue! Riggwelter keeps rolling on. This issue contains work from: Christy Alexander Hallberg, Caris Allen, Rosco Baldini, Stephen Briseño, Alyssa Ciamp, Geraldine Clarkson, Rachael Clyne, Jude Cowan Montague, Jessica Siobhan Frank, Samuel T. Franklin, Alison Gibson, Marissa Glover, Fiona Goggin, L. Mari Harris, Emily Harrison, Deborah Harvey, Seanín Hughes, Helen Kay, Kevin Latimer, Janice Leagra, Gayle Ledbetter Newby, Karen Little, Eleanor Mae, Brian Martin, Dan McKeon, Victoria Nordlund, James Northern, Robert Okaji, James Owens, Theresa Reagan, Bethany Rivers, Kelli Simpson, Gerri Stewart and Grace Velee and is edited by Amy Kinsman.

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Addiction

Have I mentioned ‘I am not a silent poet’ webzine? Maybe…..it’s worth checking out…and seeing if some of your poems are a fit…if you are a submitter….or if you like that kind of  writing as a reader. This is one of my poems that went up on the site a few months ago. I’m on with a project…art/writing….so it came up today:

Addiction

Clouds lower, proving the curves of sky in broad strokes.
Sea should soothe, its enviable power override the black dog
bounding towards me. I watch sprite shadows scamper

along sea walls, see him hook twin trout wriggling
on the end of taut lines, reeling them in, hugging
their slippery bodies.  I no longer lust after him;

my addiction to unreality, found at the bottom of wine bottles,
gives me extra layers of skin as he flays them.
We’re angry as gulls squabbling over ham baked by the sun.

Doing My Own Thing….(some would say, shooting myself in the foot)

I’m working towards an exhibition/event. This is one of twenty hand -drawn ink covers…each of which contains a random group of eight of my poems. They will form part of the exhibition. I’m hoping to do some printed versions from the originals….to sell to fund the exhibition. What could go wrong?  Nobody giving a fook I suppose. I don’t have the time or people skills to create a fan base…..

Angelica

Today I have a poem up on Atrium Poetry. I would highly recommend reading and submitting work to this fabulous online magazine….

Angelica

The Inheritance of Loss afforded him
opportunity to leave her. The Other Hand
was saved for us, shaped how she raised us.
Intimacy meant getting close enough
to have our blocks knocked off. The Great Beast
was tucked behind curtains or under blankets.
Slaughterhouse fueled my nightmares; her
choosing from curtains of meat at Snapes’s
while I gazed at meringues next door in Burton’s.
Topped with angelica, I knew they were reserved
for The Most Beautiful Woman in Town.

Karen Little trained as a dancer and a fine artist. She is widely published as a poet in the UK and further afield.

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The Writer’s cafe

This is a great online magazine to read (for free) and submit to. A different theme each month. I have four poems in this issue:
https://thewriterscafemagazine.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/the-writers-cafe-magazine-issue-8-corridors-and-passageways/

 

Fast Flight by Karen Little

A great site to read and/or submit your poems to 🙂

I am not a silent poet

Jets are ready to take off for war; banners advertise the beauty
of cruel weapons. Sticky-pawed children queue to stroke
red-tipped wings, imagine parachute silks floating through
clouds escalating beyond the hangars. Fathers, who won’t watch
them grow, climb into polished seats, their specialist camouflage,
invisible in dark paintings, quivering under the thrust of propellers.

The sky dribbles vibrant colour, drifts through the scenery. Destination
isn’t important when fighting is; challenging the insupportable
outweighs the risk.  For gamblers, risk is everything and nothing
at the same time; they can’t imagine not making their mark, won’t be
remembered with the wispy beards and skinny shins of old men.
The end is a plume of dust rising from the tombs of the bewildered.

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