-- Foster Edwards
The tragedy: Fleeing art through
fear -- its
terror of conception, creation,
and
co-authorship’s consequence with
spirit.
Ego’s despotism -- psychotic
command
to self-destruct. Pollock, drunk
yet again --
denying art’s accident and having
abandoned the drip -- now abandons
pain
and all hope of his art somehow
saving
us. Catapults his screaming
Oldsmobile
into crumpled art -- blood’s
accidental
drip oozing over chrome and
crushed metal,
soft breeze urging it to earth --
a slow spill
of expanding symmetry, curl and
seep --
chaotic motion’s last stroke of “The
Deep”.
Roger Armbrust
January 30, 2016
