SUSAN CARR
July 1 - July 31
My life in paint by Susan Carr
Painting is the moon and I am starting to howlPainting floating inside my teacup six in the morning OM
Painting in dusky fingered roses the sea laps my ankle
Painting on the chalkboard, painting on the test, painting no cheating
Paint me another round and make it ultramarine this time baby
Bottom of the ninth bases are loaded and I’m up to paint
Painting fleshy pink knobby knees up to nose nipple coral red round the top
Painting faster and faster running out of paint
Paint flickers deep on cave wall images of paint in four legs and two
And the wind cries paint
Just one more paint, just one more paint, just one more paint, just one more??
If I only had a bit more paint
In the forest of paint chop wood carry water
Tricky, inclusive, ironic, clumsy, chewy, frenzied, subversive, highbrow, lowbrow, such a brute of talky, talk talk
Paint is on the menu
Painting next time will be the best time because this painting is almost the one but not quite, not quite
Painting dressed in black without a sound snatching the jewels under the cover of night
I am not old; I am not young I am merely a painter
Painting between two pieces of day-old bread instead of glass of milk
Watching painting it is a very good show
Sleepy now will cover myself up in paintings to keep warm
Hey! how come, you so poor? Painting stole me away
The dream of more paint it started like this.