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Pollock versus Kant

 

Pollock versus Kant

 

What I like about Pollock’s paintings

Is their articulation of our primal selves

The paintings are eruptions of that

Which socialization & medication attempts to kill

We all know this reserve is horse shit

The human erupts in fits of rage & passion

Be it verbal, physical or sexual

So what’s with the act?

So much writing these days is sanctimonious

As if one can choose what one is

Social Media is such a disciplining tool

The Danger with our Arts being dominated in this country by the Academy

Means art that is top heavy

You’ve all had too much to think

The job of the poet is to UNLEARN

What has been force fed us

& let the tiger fight the horse

Poetry must be wild

Must not be aimed to achieve “outcomes”

Art is not policy

But it appears controlled by it

Why I like Pollock is not just his genius

But his volatility

An artist doesn’t have to be a nice guy

Her job is to unmask us all

Overwhelm us, awe us

Like the eye of a storm

Or a killer being born

Until we acknowledge our limits

Until we go over… the cliff

Our doggerel is worthless

You can’t teach a person to be an intention

We are too conflicted for that

Inside us each lives shadows & monsters

The rationalists maim to deny

Lobotomize the God within

& make an invisible man.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

 

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