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The Phantom Gallery



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“The Phantom Gallery” is a “2D” (or 2 directional poem) was written in repsonse to the 90 Minute Art Show at the Yellow Pines Reading Series in Boulder on September 15, 2010.

It was composed to be read both vertically (down each column) and horizontally (across each row). It is difficult to get a full appreciation for the work by looking at it on a page. Please click to listen to the audio version.  (The vertical voice is M. D. Friedman and the horizonal voice is Mariamne Engle Friedman.)

October 23, 2010 Posted by | 2 D, 2 directional, ekphrastic, M. D. Friedman, Phantom Gallery, poem, Poetry | Leave a Comment

Hushed



- in response to Bea Bulter’s watercolor painting, Untitled




the sputtering cyclone of


the golden ghost of hope


curls like the smoking promise


around a glowing womb


rubs the nerve raw


opens to the dawning


shadowed forge of life


a lens of black flame


focuses the whirling circle of pain


into a screaming vortex of mirror shard


the lightening claw


of dreamed desire


hushed in misted silence


 

October 16, 2010 Posted by | Art, Bea Bulter, ekphrastic, M. D. Friedman, poem, Poetry | Leave a Comment

The Weaving of Two



- in response to the fiber art pieces of Jill Powers, A Blaze with Light & Red Essence






a blaze of red fiber


a broom scraping sky


skirted with leaf and pale scale


the top chopped teepee


its sap swells sweetly into bone


binds together feather and spore


shapes a basket crowned with stubble


the sunset scorches


the bird stitched night


drills my seed into white hot steel


 

October 9, 2010 Posted by | ekphrastic, Jill Powers, M. D. Friedman, poem, Poetry | Leave a Comment

On Works by Helen Brader



Ancient Words

nothing to say
nothing more to see
the throbbing emptiness
of molding words
the chapel of a broken soul
darkness squeaking with light




Opening

begging to begin again
sucked through the graying door
the smoldering storm of it
pierces the muscled grain of stick
deep within its core
reaching into ragged root
dank with musky lust
the twisted branch
seared to its bright quick
draws me through my shadow
sews me into the skin of earth
a heart embroidered with peace



October 2, 2010 Posted by | Art, ekphrastic, M. D. Friedman, poem, Poetry | Leave a Comment

Red Motion




- in response to Mark Jorden’s photograph of the same name




blurred into vivid line


the stainless pipe


caves in on itself


falls into the tired vase


sheds its shell like a cricket




September 25, 2010 Posted by | Art, ekphrastic, M. D. Friedman, poem, Poetry | Leave a Comment

Red Alert

 
- in response to Wendy Rochman’s political word art sculpture Alert




alert


Bush’s mind


is missing a few pieces


the thorn stemmed rose


is missing its petals


blood gurgles out thick as oil


in the name of Republican fraud


smoke from the cyclone


curls like the broken promise


of molding words

 

September 17, 2010 Posted by | Art, ekphrastic, M. D. Friedman, poem, Poetry, political | Leave a Comment

   

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