nancy miller, artist

Poetry


Nancy Miller
Russia 2005

PROSE & CONS FOR THE AQUARIAN AGE

1983

“Prose & Cons for the Aquarian Age” was originally execuited as a book of verbal and visual prose.  As a means of visual presentation, the “pages” were mounted on stretched canvas painted black. The “pages” are 9”x 12” and presented in a clear lucite box.  They are colages using a variety of papers including velour, clay coated, foil, mylar, chinese tea-box liner, japanese lace and parchment.  Reflective mylar tape, translucent acrylic balls and seals are also used.  When mounted, the canvasses are 16” x 20”.



#1
sometimes is not enough
push always
every day
not just nine and nine again
slow down, my friend
enjoy


#2
in my wood tea box
your color is
among the tubes of gouache
it is not my color
it is our color



#3
brush away the blanks
fill the voids with color
the time has come



#4
the answers
lay
or is it lie
in deep deep blue
beneath quicksilver



#5
this year blew away
a leaf
tossing turning tumbling
in the eddy
of an erratic aimless path
only to wane
then vanish
in the distant
edacious oblivion of eternity



#6
why do it
in three or nine or more
it will be void
nil
is this not so
the truth lies
in ambiguity



#7
i have a hunch
things will move
in my direction



#8
i’ll
bathe in paint
to wash away
my angst



#9
the world
roller skates
on the back of
a snake
racing along
the glistening
spiraling
path
going no where
this way
that way
in a trance
charmed
by mediocrity



#10
soon the young
will grow old
as i did

they will know
their work
is the work
of inexperience
inept artlessness of
immature indifference
lethargictepid
phlegmatic
above all inarticulate

these connoisseurs of trash
have constricted
their minds
into a void
reduced to nil
the hope is
wisdom
will help them
paint their way out




#11
the words
are on the left
you can’t miss them
all hanging out
in the open
crowded into a micro processor
spilling out
tumbling
by the thousands
in an endless stream
unable to stop
while meaning
right or wrong
tries to follow
sometimes in vain

down the wrong path
they suffocate
as ego
always listening
rarely hearing
finds few gems amid the trash

the pictures
are on the right
very hard to find
locked in darkness
veiled in ignorance
floating in a cosmos
waiting
to be found
appearing
one at a time
difficult to see
coming into view
to quickly blur
then vanish
without meaning
bring them into focus
try harder harder harder
the treasures they contain
are found by few
visions
reveal the truth
as ego will discover



#12
be pragmatic
accept life
as it is
day
by
day
for what it is
the black
the white
the grey
understand
the premises
the problems
then
push it
in the right direction
up




#13
worry
neurotic disease
of modern man
i will
i won’t
you will
you won’t
he will
he won’t
she will
she won’t
we will
we won’t
they will
they won’t
it’s utter madness

time wasted
energy spent
in speculation
of things that
may not even come to pass



#14
oh god
i weep
for inabilities
to do
to see
to hear
to be

tears floe
anguish
for things my soul desires
to do
to see
to hear
to be

i have
to stretch
to reach beyond the wall
to do
to see
to hear
to be

i must
obtain
the unobtainable
and do
and see
and hear
and be

i will



#15
why can’t i remember
a simple phase
a simple thing
escaped
in some dark recess
a void

mass frustration
drives it deeper
into oblivion
hidden
in a micro cell
waiting to be found
and
resurrected

perhaps
ascending slowly
from the depths
it will float
to the surface
in some unexpected moment
of recollection

perhaps
rising from the flame
it will appear
in a surge
of illumination
leaping up from nowhere
it will spring
into focus
in sudden awareness

perhaps
it will flutter about
elusively
on the verge
to land at last
in conscious recognition

perhaps
it never will



#16
on life and art
the simple truth

the great hypothesis

the problem
what is art
what is life

known factors
art is an illusion
life is an illusion

the formula
if art is an illusion
and life is an illusion
then

the answer
and
the proposition
art is life
life is art



#17
a tittle tattle tale

the raven
tells
the sparrow
“the amaranth is crimson”

the sparrow
tells
the parrot
“the anemone is scarlet”

the parrot
then
repeats
repeats
repeats
until the peacock hears

the peacock
screams
“the raven lies”
“the asphodel is fucia”
and then
proceeds
to tell the crow
“the anconite is madder”

the crow
calls out
for all to hear
“the anadem is red”

as raven passes by
and knows
the amaranth is crimson



#18
michael

the accuser
often
perpetrates

the crime

a shadow
shows

things
are not
as
they seem

the ego
often
fools
itself
as
trickster
takes
command

id
turns
and
hide
when
dirty work
is done

and then
appears
in innocence
the hands
are clean
all honorable
and
virtuous

or so
it seems


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