Art – Poetry – Bob Evans and Kevin Paul Saleeba

For our 2017 Art & Poetry pairing, one pairing was with artist Bob Evans and poet Kevin Paul Saleeba.

Here are the works they created!

Bob provided this photograph to Kevin:

In response, Kevin wrote the following poem:

Supernova

Lysergic fire spirals
Through the limpid midnight blue
Stars dance out of sight
In psychedelic destructive hue

Sudden gravitational collapse
A violent outburst of atomic core
Interstellar velocity
A shockwave of prehistoric folklore

Degenerative brilliance
Catastrophic Astronomy
Cosmic evolution
Celestial Domine

Releasing

Tremor of
Amplification of

domine

of
A shockwave of atomic gas and dust
Cosmic evolutionary amplification
titanic devastation

placenta

hue

Amplified through the evolutionary

Disrupted calmness out of view

After violent destructive shatters
The calmness of the view
Catastrophic and destructive

Colossal explosion sends
through the evolutionary cosmos

dramatic and catastrophic destruction is marked by one final titanic explosion

Spirals through the cosmos and or

Hhh

The second half of this pairing involved Kevin giving Bob a poem as a starting point. Kevin provided this poem:

a moth trapped in a light fixture

fluttering wisps of tiny white wings
springing from their dark cocoon
a bouncing blur of insect life across the brisk fall sky

charming rays of Lunar Light which prance before ocellus eyes
calling flyers of the night
as they dance across the nocturnal sky

restless winds whisk a moth away
from Heaven’s blissful astral orb
the bewildered bug tumbles blindly away from the illusive sky

emptiness traps the moth in limbo on the ground
as shades of clouds hide the bright ambassadors of the night
no Moon to see nor Stars to guide as a void spreads across the open sky

small eyes are suddenly mesmerized
the enticing shimmer of synthetic shine
quivering wings stretch, flap, and spring the moth into the vacant sky

slipping through a crack in the glare
the moth smashing and bashing its head
crashing against the plastic walls; restriction from the joyous sky

***

melting beneath the warmth of bright death
tired wings cease to wave
unimportant to all, the moth takes its last breath

In response, Bob created this photograph:

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