I. Éclaboussure
I drew a handful from my bag of words and splashed them across the canvas of life painted dark, dark, dark. (oil colour: shades of pain, and purposelessness).
I saw stars splattered across the night sky. And misty spiral halos.
How do I know this light is for real? This bright star here, might long be gone - ancient light.
All events are done before we are aware.
Who is the witness? Is there a canvas?
II. Montage
How do I know. Splattered across. Misty spiral halos. Dark dark dark. I drew a handful. I saw stars.
Gone - ancient light. Who is the witness? Canvas of life painted. Before we are aware.
(Oil colour: shades of pain. Is there a canvas? This bright star here. All events are done.
And pain and purposelessness. And splashed them across. The night sky.)
Might long be. And. From my bag of words. This light is for real.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
I. Éclaboussure
I drew a handful from my bag of words and splashed them across the canvas of life painted dark, dark, dark. (oil colour: shades of pain, and purposelessness).
I saw stars splattered across the night sky. And misty spiral halos.
How do I know this light is for real? This bright star here, might long be gone - ancient light.
All events are done before we are aware.
Who is the witness? Is there a canvas?
II. Montage
How do I know. Splattered across. Misty spiral halos. Dark dark dark. I drew a handful. I saw stars.
Gone - ancient light. Who is the witness? Canvas of life painted. Before we are aware.
(Oil colour: shades of pain. Is there a canvas? This bright star here. All events are done.
And pain and purposelessness. And splashed them across. The night sky.)
Might long be. And. From my bag of words. This light is for real.
Éclaboussure (where a picture is developed from a splattering of oil, paint etc) and Montage (cutting a picture up and reassembling them automatically) are surrealist methods.
Here I've innovated on them in their poetical meanings.
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