Art today is from Rufino Tamayo (1899-1991), a Mexican painter who was active in New York and Mexico, influenced by Picasso and Matisse. I suppose fire is on my mind given recent devastation here in western Canada with many evacuations and homes destroyed. I had my own thing with that element, once upon a time.
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Our pyro nights Here’s to our pyro nights, bonfires fuelled by everything gathered, pilfered, stoked, abandoned: construction site scraps, stacks of the Vancouver Sun, Playboy centerfolds, the weight of days; their flames rising to woo low-slung pine, threatening to go all the way, and up, wake the dormant neighbourhood, alert the red-hatted fire brigade carrying their ladders and hoses, turn us in, to our fathers, or better, throw us straight into juvie (if it were even real) with the hardest of juvie cons. To our desperate dances (writhings, hilarity) upon half-burnt glossy flesh, charred two-by-four bones, bucket runs to douse stubborn embers, the last sparks we pissed on just to hear more hissing, the come-down rush in the hush of a new dark, the emergence of stars, and the trek home to relief and a final release in dreams. To that pair of stomping boys tamping down their days, consumed by a want of tomorrows.
Thank you for reading man of aran. I appreciate all my readers. Shared freely, so freely share!
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