Friday, 2 November 2012

Jim Dine: Utopia (2011)


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Sedimentary clay mountain, Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona: photo by puroticorico, 2008



work work work work work work work
work work work work or
just wait for this
to end.
Don't buy anything
anymore
What's the point of decorating what?
so...
work work work work work work work work
work work work work
until --
there's nothing
more and no one
left to love or
feel bad about
or dream



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Quaternary clay in Estonia (400,000 years old): photo by Siim Sepp, 2005
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8 comments:

  1. TC2 November 2012 at 06:04

    The great Jim Dine. What is there to say? Work work work work. Better and better and better and better.

    Jim Dine: Fresh and a warning

    Jim Dine: the downfall / of your eyes

    Jim Dine: The Flowering Sheets

    Jim Dine: We lived once in an ideal kingdom

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  2. STEPHEN RATCLIFFE2 November 2012 at 08:01

    Tom,

    Yes, what else is there but
    "work work work work work work work
    work work work work or
    just wait for this
    to end."

    11.2

    light coming into sky above still black
    ridge, planet below moon next to branch
    in foreground, sound of wave in channel

    flesh out likeness to place,
    pen-and-ink for which

    setting concealed, thinking
    that can be, as place

    white circle of sun in fog above ridge,
    circular green pine on tip of sandspit


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  3. TC2 November 2012 at 08:14

    Steve, I do believe you and JD may be cut from the same clay.

    (A little buttery-white cloud has just now wandered o'er yon hill to start the day.)

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  4. Hazen2 November 2012 at 17:44

    A teacher of t’ai chi of my acquaintance described the work ethic in modern day Japan in a similar way, though it seems to me like a world-wide affliction:

    work work work work work work. die.

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  5. Susan Kay Anderson3 November 2012 at 01:00

    Hamlet's mom, Gertrude,
    Queen of Denmark could be
    the answer to part of a riddle.
    It was a mystery I did not figure.
    Detection takes practice. To be.
    Johnson, another part. A plain,
    unassuming name. Northern.
    Something I do not get.
    Like teaching. Witnessing
    torture of the teachers. The kids
    have no problem to say shut up.

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  6. Susan Kay Anderson3 November 2012 at 01:04

    Jim Dine's titles: otherworldly.

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  7. Mose233 November 2012 at 04:05

    Work as excavation or work as gravedigging (as is every good Bourgeois' business).

    I love how the poem drives down to that vacated dream.

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  8. TC3 November 2012 at 16:50

    Jim's Giant Swedish Pinocchio may be the world's largest Wooden Boy.

    “The Pinocchio is a metaphor for art.” That seems about right.

    And, contests...

    Gertrude Johnson. Bingo!

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