Mechanics of Poetry
By: Alec Kowalczyk
Biography: Native of South Troy, New York.
Civil engineer by day with an interest in the mechanics of poetry.
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Quayside Gallery
From among his paintings
leaning against the Seine seawall,
he reaches elbow-deep
into the open portal
of a chipped, vacant frame,
retrieving some windfallen apples
casually cached there for his lunch,
shattering a still life.
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Emergo
on 1st viewing,
it is a typical chromium silver print
of an unknown, clear-eyed young lady
against a nondescript checked & peeling background
such, however, are the tonalities of the print
that parts of the girl+IBk-s hair & facial skin merge
into the gray scale integral with the background
so much so,
that if the girl were to step suddenly forward,
I expect facets of her would be checked & peeling or altogether missing,
while fragments of her face and hair would be left behind in the background.
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Trompe L'Oeil
... and then
there was that prolonged period
when he lay inside a darkened room,
illuminated only by the muted light
strained through an art- glass window.
The leaded panes were chaotic,
an abstract riot of planes and angles
projecting an unimaginable perspective in relief,
a microcosm of all the disorienting properties
associated with a classic optical illusion.
Looking at the window one moment,
he was conscious of being within as expected.
Without breaking his observation,
he would suddenly experience the unexpected,
an external viewpoint.
He was inexplicably without the dwelling,
bedded down on the inside,
simultaneously outside,
or so it illogically seemed,
an uncertain time ago.
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GNOMON
It is a regal garden,
mirroring the symmetry of the palace fa+AOc-ade.
Water cascades evenly in the large central pool.
The sun remains unclouded,
and the geometrically disciplined
cone-shaped shrubbery
shed sharp shadows.
There is nothing human in this landscape.
It is a regal garden,
mirroring the symmetry of the palace fa+AOc-ade.
Water lies stagnant in the large central pool.
The sky is overcast / the sun is hidden,
and the geometrically disciplined
cone-shaped shrubbery
shed no shadows.
The landscape is dotted strategically
with stationary human figures,
and the figures cast shadows.
It is a regal garden ...
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Pantheon
back in Studio Fifty Four / Andy took a brief respite from painting the
Sistine Chapel ceiling (abroad) / to tell the truth / he was not happy
creatively with the work in progress / despite the fact that the acting Pope /
was quite ecstatic about it
he had inlaid countless silk-screen panels / of Popes from the glorious past
/ the multiple images suggesting legions of the Holy men / when in fact /
given the span (duration of time) / the count was relatively (actually) small
(insignificant)
and then inspiration struck / and on the flight back / he envisioned in total
the divine scheme (plan) / he had the entire concept fleshed out / before the
wheels touched down on Rome Airport
and there / (in) some other place and time it exists / as Andy interpreted
(directly) from his muse / the final cut / each ceiling panel of the Sistine
chapel / the same - but a different variety - of Campbell+IBk-s Soup
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