A Self Portrait inspired drawing from a while back and two fragmented facial figures (one is a portrait of the painter Francis Bacon) compose this post.
The Self Portrait inspired drawing like many of my SP’s are mostly somewhat based on appearances and have more to do with actual in the moment mental structures, and emotional outpourings of somehow timeless biases captured during the process. The poem is based on a comical dream, one of a few recent dreams that have already occured this month of October. Hope you enjoy.
Famined Fellas Feast or (Blatant Bullshit)
Building full of rooms, one is mine no doubt,
wander thru a hallway, wayward route is out,
(pinpoint forward yawning door, famined fellas feast),
I glance and count them four, perhaps acquainted to them all, (twain at least before).
“Buen provecho” (enjoy your meal) I roar, treading thru the hall.
No responses reach reception,
no revelation loud and clear,
swivel around and shout once more,
low utterance (uh-huh) I hear.
Incredulous mine ears,
tis strenuous to conceive,
I keep walking with a stride,
blatant bullshit don’t believe…
…in neither dreamland, nor waken wide.