Catch and release

7/20/2022 reflecting back my own words

They wait for the fat squirrel — off screen — to finish

Catch and release
Con/Jur/d, 7/20/2022

Unpublished fragments     fall like ashes
Or as you would say        Note it and move on
She said                      From over here
after all these years   the same place
you and I have always been

before you go you’ll release it all

falling  back to the    ground    like snowflakes
                                        or ashes

I am for the art of slightly rotten funeral flowers, hung bloody rabbits and wrinkly yellow chickens, bass drums and tambourines, and plastic phonographs.
I am for the art of abandoned boxes, tied like pharaohs. I am for an art of water tanks and speeding clouds and flapping shades

The 1961 ‘coincidance’ was not done with me yesterday — Claes Oldenburg died yesterday @ the tender age of 93 his most famous written work? I Am For Art (1961)

This year I have been practicing catch and release for house flies

For a minute reading Oldenberg — I think we are the same

Need to let it go

The release part is tricky — when you grasp so

hard

Today’s exercise — if you care to choose it — is to do what Oldenberg did in 1961 — Burn all of your preconceptions of ‘What is Art’ — and then — without grasping — Decide what art is — for you

Funny that — although I failed to mention it — that’s what I was thinking yesterday — although I didn’t go to the logical epiphany

Although — I’m glad someone did

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 7/20/2022