Saturday, 30 July 2011

EUCLID, EINSTEIN, NEWTON, BUDDHA AND THOR

Euclidean geometry is hard to beat,
It’s so direct, so god damned neat.
Euclid made straight lines logical and complete.
When Einstein revolutionised our thoughts on gravity,
People weren’t immediately attracted to his ideas.
They were too fixated with apples falling on Newton’s head it appears.
Still, in a short period of time—relatively speaking,
Einstein’s equations were proven sublime.

Buddha was supposed to be bright,
But he wasn’t fascinated by the nature of light,
And when he sat beneath a tree,
He made no scientific discovery.
It’s claimed he became enlightened,
Yet he could have just been frightened—
Too scared to admit that he’d wasted his time,
Been a lazy shit.

When Archimedes took a bath,
(We’re not supposed to laugh)
He exclaimed: ‘Eureka!’
Then went on to make a splash.
Perhaps, instead, ‘Excreta,’ was what he said,
After having a shit in the water—
Coming up with a fluid displacement theory,
Feeling that he oughta.

Trees and human destiny have often been entwined.
Take the biblical account in the Old Testament that we find,
Of the Garden of Eden—a latter-day Sweden—inhabited by Adam and Eve.
Do you believe there actually was a tree of knowledge?
If so, there was no need to go to school and then on to college.
Judaism is steeped in the Cabbala (or the Tree of Life),
A branch of mystical wisdom that now attracts Hollywood stars,
Pop idols and other famous cultural icons.

No one can accurately pinpoint the exact origins of religious paradigms,
But most faiths, with or without tree symbology, are rooted in fear.
The Norse deity, Odin, purportedly spent twelve days living in a tree,
Before falling out and discovering rune stones on the ground,
I don’t believe there were any witnesses around.
Nor do I set much store by myths about Thor,
Although I love the way he travelled by hammer!
Molijnar was the hammer’s name and if Thor threw it at something—
Just like a boomerang—back it came!


Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Sunday, 24 July 2011

CITY OF WIRES, OVERHEAD

CITY OF WIRES, OVERHEAD by Narolc
CITY OF WIRES, OVERHEAD, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
CITY OF WIRES
The city of wires’ liars promulgate paradox and myth in equal measure,
Treasure ephemera frozen in time like lime in geological stratas.
Eras juxtaposed with icons’ eyes regarding their fate, indifference and oblivion.
The presence of spheres queers the pitch-black background found among suggested ruins that emerge from the vestiges of a disposable age.
Rage—rigid, poised aloft plastic pen shafts—daft’s how you feel, like an embarrassed eel next to a meal of acrylic blobs pictures of yobs interrupt and link, then sink between glass, arse and metal, which eventually settle with the unease of a drunken seasickness sufferer.
Adherents to PVA medium hear ads through wires connected to beads, feeds fed to wheels representing deals of a circular nature.
Human nature—exaggeratedly echoed in absurdist architecture, reflecting the futuristic chaos born out of contemporary consumerism.
Towers’ powers shrink and captivate simultaneously along pools of colour on wood you should respect, like trees from which it comes.
Glass, brass and toys, intricately assembled like ploys, neighbouring plastic regions legions of shadows disturb.
The consistently visible function is dysfunction, anarchic equilibrium unmolested by equity or Librium, while narcolepsy inducing mechanisms vie with stimulant incitement units in surreal seascapes drowning ambiguous amphibians.
Encompassing compasses, the city yet lacks direction, but light—direct—shone upon the darkest places and moments, making momentous both the minimal and minutiae.
My ‘newt’ eye sees the scheme of things the city brings,
Things I forgot, relived or dreamed.
I built the city while I slept and when I woke I laughed and screamed.

Dimensions: Height: 29 cm Width: 29 cm Depth: 2 cm. Please check out my stream for alternative views of this piece.
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Saturday, 23 July 2011

CITY OF WIRES, FRONT

CITY OF WIRES, FRONT by Narolc
CITY OF WIRES, FRONT, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Front view of a complex structure assembled from recycled materials on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 29 cm Width: 29 cm Depth: 2 cm. Starting with a wooden offcut, which I decorate with acrylic paints, PVA medium and collage, I add elements including parts of toys, circuit boards, plastic tubes, wheels, beads, wires, etc until a detailed 'landscape' emerges. I embellish the various elements by painting, adding blobs of PVA medium and wrapping strips of material, dried paint and photographs culled from newspapers and magazines around things. I see all of my 3D work as blueprints for potential large-scale installations that I would love to create in public spaces here in the UK and (hopefully) throughout the world.
www.narolc.blogspot.com

Thursday, 21 July 2011

LEGGINGS

LEGGINGS by Narolc
LEGGINGS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Collage and paints on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 15 cm Width: 8 cm Depth: 2 cm. The flipside of 'Jars'.
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Wednesday, 20 July 2011

JARS

JARS by Narolc
JARS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Collage and paints on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 15 cm Width: 8 cm Depth: 2 cm.
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Sunday, 17 July 2011

MARSHMALLOWS

MARSHMALLOWS by Narolc
MARSHMALLOWS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylic paints and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 10 cm Width: 21 cm Depth: 2cm. The 'B' side of 'Boots'.
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Wednesday, 13 July 2011

BOOTS

BOOTS by Narolc
BOOTS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylic paints and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 10 cm Width: 21 cm Depth: 2cm.
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Tuesday, 12 July 2011

TOE TRIANGLE

TOE TRIANGLE by Narolc
TOE TRIANGLE, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylic paints and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 10 cm Width: 21 cm Depth: 2cm.
www.narolc.blogspot.com

Saturday, 9 July 2011

POLLOCK'S THIMBLE REVERSED

POLLOCK'S THIMBLE REVERSED by Narolc
POLLOCK'S THIMBLE REVERSED, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
The 'B' side of Jackson Pollock's thimble. Collage and acrylic paints on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 11 cm Width: 16 cm Depth: 2 cm.
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Thursday, 7 July 2011

JACKSON POLLOCK'S THIMBLE

JACKSON POLLOCK'S THIMBLE by Narolc
JACKSON POLLOCK'S THIMBLE, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylics, PVA medium and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 11 cm Width: 16 cm Depth: 2 cm.

For my whimsical look at contemporary North American life, please follow this link: narolc.blogspot.com/2011/07/us-of-eh.html

US of Eh?

Larry had known a Harry Zoner, from Arizona, unless this was Larry’s misnomer.
Miss Lay, the prostitute with a tray, served up sex on a plate.
Miss Hap was too clumsy to grant sexual favours and usually too late…
Larry, in a room with mates, ruminates,
Chews the cud with cowboys, now toys with stewing some mud.
Hud the stud was hung like a horse; he was an indolent drunk, ill mannered and coarse.
Cody Walton had joined the police force,
He looked swollen in his uniform but thought he looked swell.
Folk went to Doc Moses when they felt unwell—a quack who prescribed the wrong drugs all the time because he couldn’t spell.
Larry’s first wife, Wanda, had been a conjurer’s assistant,
In a leotard and black tights, she flounced about on stage,
She thrilled Larry with her cleavage, her Southern accent and her age.
She died a year after their wedding of a pickled onion overdose,
Which Larry found tragic and gross.
Next, he married the daughter of an Amish porter,
On the condition that he taught her everything he knew.
Despite how little he subsequently imparted their love soon grew,
Until, one night, she eloped with Morrie Schindler—the amorous Jew.
A bachelor ever since, Larry tries to convince his peers that he doesn’t consort with queers,
After a rumour that started with Larry’s look-alike in a gay bar drinking too many beers,
Spotted by a nosey parker neighbour who frequently—it appears—is a shit stirrer.
Yukio Itsopushi, the Jap who made his cash from crap, beats Larry at backgammon and simple games like snap.
When they meet at the local residents’ club, Yukio seems sarky offering Larry saki, but Larry doesn’t mind.
After all, Yukio being the fatter of the two, Larry can afford to be kind,
Congratulating the overweight Oriental on the pile he’s made out of manure.
Judge Maloney was long retired, but everyone called him Judge,
It was a cosy habit from which they would not budge.
‘Maloney’s Baloney’ was an ill-judged effort by the judge to run a delicatessen,
His poor judgement meant poor Judge.
Folk thought him a fool, but Larry refused to budge,
Anyone can make a mistake—that was his verdict, though maybe he should have given it a trial run.
It was immaterial when Judge killed himself while cleaning his favourite gun.
Larry insisted it was an accident when confronted by Mahoney’s son,
But, later, would hide in his shed to confide—with an odd pride—the widespread belief that it was suicide.
At sixty-three, with an arthritic knee and lumbago, Larry suffers from a coronary.
So we’ll say goodbye to Larry.




Wednesday, 6 July 2011

LEAVES AND ARTERIES

LEAVES AND ARTERIES by Narolc
LEAVES AND ARTERIES, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylic painting incorporating collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 8.5 cm Width: 15 cm Depth: 2 cm.
www.narolc.blogspot.com

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

WHEN I SPEAK FREELY…

When I speak my mind I generally find my reception is far from kind.
Even from those people who profess to be the most open to ‘light’,
Are those also with whom I most often fight.
They recoil from my words and what they represent,
My freedom of speech they then try—for the future—to prevent,
In case, I suppose, their pride will dent.
I’ve been harassed by hypocrites,
Ostracised by ostriches,
Upbraided by upstarts,
Castigated by cretins,
Banned by bigots,
Goaded by the gormless,
Ignored by the ignorant.
These hypocrites, these self-proclaimed seekers of truth,
Ignoring their own advice when faced by truth that isn’t nice,
Scurry away from their discomfort, resembling disturbed lice.
They hide behind clich├ęs that they’re too blind to see,
They’re hiding from everything—including me!
The narrowly open-minded, self-delusional and blinded,
Individuals who form groups in which they cower in troops,
Pay lip service to values they don’t truly value,
They treat recycled creeds like scoops unconsciously—like dupes.
Terrified of leaving their comfort zones,
Their middle-class moans are about politically correct distractions,
From their materialist existences and their obsession with what each other owns.
While frantically worrying about repaying their loans,
They pathetically ponder over Buddhist koans,
The received wisdom appealing to the cowardly crowd,
Exposes their every double standard.
Their amplified fears are disguised yet loud,
Echoed and mirrored by the company they use as a shroud.
Company being an ephemeral denial of loneliness,
That ultimately engulfs everyone nevertheless.
Who does a gang of fools impress?
Can they not see how much they depress?
Their collective ignorance is blatant and grim,
I struggle to believe they can be so dim.
Preaching the ideals they’ve inherited and learned,
Then repetitively paraphrased and then returned,
To its source—the hollow communities that have earned,
My incredulity, my contempt, how I’ve burned…
With my indignation at their risible posturing.




THE RED SKIRT

THE RED SKIRT by Narolc
THE RED SKIRT, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylic painting incorporating collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 8.5 cm Width: 15 cm Depth: 2 cm.
www.narolc.blogspot.com

Sunday, 3 July 2011

SPIDEY TYSON

SPIDEY TYSON by Narolc
SPIDEY TYSON, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Dimensions: Height: 15 cm Width: 20.5 cm Depth: 2 cm. Acrylics and collage on a wooden base.
www.narolc.blogspot.com