the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




SIX WORKS
BY SCHUYLER HOFFMAN

FIGURES WITHIN FIGURES

--- Red Painting by Therese Kovach


Two Figures Many Figures

Figures within figures

Lakes within Oceans

Green within Blue

Purple Jazz in Background

Orange sunset nocturnal

Playland Prism

Fragmented Fragments

Purple and Green

Within You Hold

the Frame and

Dance while the

Piano plays balladlike

in background and

the ceiling fan

scent of fog

spins through

Pale Blue center

water reflecting orange-

hued sunset purple

charcoal clouds and

seagulls call

the colors shadow

the figures

as they stand

multiply

dialogue

with each other

thought balloons

prismatic reflections

a NeoCubist

Experience!

filtered through

Pollock's pourings

the shifting

images

effervescent

in the mind's

eye and

heart soul

song

as the music

extends time

into eternity

Now

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BLUES FOR JIMI

feet planted
the bass beat
drops down

under the tears
never cried
Lord Lord Lord

one with the music
riffs fly circle
and spin back

a hollow sound
emptiness inside
the music

sway gently
feel down
the beat steps

into the where
nothing is
inside

the music circular
returns repeats
the Hallelujah

devotion
only angels
can afford

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DOUBLE VISION


SEE DOUBLE RED BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF ANOTHER YELLOW GREEN REFLECTION
ROCK PAPER SCISSORS
BLUE RED
LOST WORLD
PARALLEL LINES THE BALL BOUNCES BACK AND FORTH
LOOK AT THE MOON
PURPLE CAROM VIOLET BLUE THE WAVELETS OFF THE WALL
TWO FIGURES RUN ACROSS A FIELD
CLEAR GREEN YELLOW OUTLINE GOLD SHARP SHARD
ONE IS THE SHADOW OF THE OTHER
EVERYDAY OCHRE BROWN RUSSET AS DEFINED
A HAWK SWEEPS CLOSE TO EARTH
ORANGE RED BLURRY ROSE DEFORMED
STRIVES TO JOIN THE OTHER IMAGE
FUZZY MERGE PINK VIOLET CERULEAN SOFT AND COLORFUL
ROCK PAPER SCISSORS
LOOK AT THE MOON
ULTRAMARINE READ AQUA OLIVE FOREST
ROOTED
THE SIGNS THE WORDS
LOST VIRIDIAN
APPARENCIES
COBALT BLACK IN THE LIGHT OF SIENNA THE ETERNAL
THE DAY APPEARS OCHRE FORMED
WAIT
KNOW THEM
SEPIA VERMILION
I WALK THROUGH THE TUNNEL IN THE HILLSIDE
CARMINE TABLES LAUNDRY ROSE RED
AND THERE YOU ARE COMING TOWARDS ME
FOCUS SHUTTER YELLOW GREEN CADMIUM
FEELING SOFT AND COLORFUL
I CANNOT READ THE SIGNS
LEMON CANARY
THE LIGHT
SUBWAY ORANGE PINK

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

HARD RED AT THE EDGE

AMONG QUALITIES

SCARLET BODY PERCEFRION

IN LINE REFLECTION

LAVENDER PURPLE REACH THROUGH ROSE

LOOK AT THE MOON

THE LAYERS BLUE BLACK

THE THOUGHT BOUNCES BACK AND FORTH

THE FLESH FIELDS GREEN

ONE MERGES WITH ANOTHER

SEPARATE WHITE

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

AM I BLACK

LOOK AT THE MOON

PURPLE OR MERGED

ROOTED

BEIGE PROTRUDING

THROUGH WHICH

SEE DOUBLE

WALK

RED BLUE

UNSTABLE

IN THE LIGHT OF

ON BALANCE

ANOTHER MOVING ANIMAL

YELLOW GREEN REFLECTION

MOVING ACROSS THE TERRITORY

OCHRE BROWN RUSSET AS DEFINED

REMEMBERS HOME


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IN MOTION OUT OF TIME

dream lover flourish
stepchild dance back
belong

forever and ever
now and one piece of ass
one piece of ass

dancing out of time
in motion / emote
thrill pace chop and chill

up and down the spine
rivulets run
high stepping sun

under the sun another one
to be born lovelorn
and forgotten

dance / stop
emotion to
hillside valley mountaintop

ocean
she is a star
dark as sin cathedral

trance touching dignity
forsake not
one more time dark eyes

not one more time
ripe thighs not one more time
will she come to me rippling

waters pour out
splash down stone stairs
and dance

chance meeting
surrender to
where there are and more

ripple cranked in / to
volcano baby
trash bin

triple heap header
and pipe dream
Flanders fields

across the water
darkness reigns

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BEYOND THE CURVE
(IN MEMORIAM JACKSON POLLOCK)

peering thru

shock

of

sick green

puke yellow

rents in

fabric

cover

wavers

remnants

black hawk

fish eye

unformed image

stops

the music

wavers

on threshold

of dream world

where are we

in the rippling

strange attractor

rattle death vibrato

steel gray battleship sky

wall of sound wah wah peddle

feedback screams gawky rhythmic horn

solo review of past life flash forward

instantaneous polaroid porn print courage

fast car fuselage insane with alcohol

haze maniacal drive fast forward into eternity

already beyond the curve the darkness no longer

afraid still driven moon crescent figures contend

converge from all over space into habitation paint

musical chorus loving thick viscous glue boat sails

onward dark gray sea gray blue gray black gray white gray

bubbles float effervesce on water pouring down all at

once cascade dance foot to hand to eye to guitar to

waves of paint gray clouds torn reveal organs flesh

anatomy of fear dream crash clash of chaos crescendo

scream ultimate apotheosis vision everyday chime

resolved vertiginal

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ZOMBIEVILLE

I live for long stretches of tundra time in Zombieville - sleepwalking down the commuter highway - I want I want - I need I need - there is no conclusion until whatever ends - ends - the highway seductive in its glissando anomie - numb voiceless and errant - the errors proclaim - emptiness triumphs like stacked sheets of paper waiting to be Xeroxed - it's all being copied and recopied replication DNA and RNA sexual couplings in test tubes there is no fertility in the fertility rites the children are murdered before they can be conceived - we are - what we are - what are we but cannibals - feeding off the lost souls who wander through our offices - who wander thru our selves who do not wander but plod mercilessly - the human realm reduced to machine robotics hyper eyber spaces that don't exist anywhere we have entered the mind of electronic quanta - we are herded by shepherds of awesome technology - we have been handed platitudes and hunch - we are nowhere not even here - the person fictive I believe I am is not anything but illusion a shimmering conception like conceptions of space as Space - it doesn't exist there is no there there or here here where it all falls in on itself and collapses into maudlin sentimentalities of oh poor me self pity and racking tensions in my neck and throat - I speak in platitudes - in monotones - I speak in echoes in reverberations like a shadow cast by the voice of my interlocuter - I do not exist as Rimbaud said I is other - I am not my self or A Self I am fiction the pain is real is momentary passes like a truck on the highway to cyberspace information is a tidal wave consuming the whole civilization like a giant garbage dump there is no difference between one thing and another plug in tune on tune out the real is a fiction nowhere is here where we are and we can't grasp it it is our own condition we can't see it because we are lost in a woods of words and images reconstructions of the machinery of repression of manufacturing ideologies and mass entertainment the big land grab has transformed itself into a media pyramid the pharaohs sit at the apex with their blind A-seeing eye and gorge themselves with the wishes and aspirations of all the children to be just like them to grow up to be Cindy Crawford or Michael Jordan or Madonna of the crossroads there is no way out of the madness we are all possessed by and mostly deluded into the worst madness of all believing we are not crazy that nothing is wrong that suicides happen because of chemical imbalances that the brain is the seat of the mind and there is no difference my headache has moved into my neck and my whole body is about to vomit out civilization I don't believe in anything anymore there is no hope there is no illusion there is no such thing as human understanding or love is just a four letter word my teenage dreams die hard I'm fifty years old and still trying to grow up to see things the way they really are and it seems impossible because it just keeps changing mutating and getting appropriated by media moguls so we stand on shifting sand for a limited time and wonder when and if there's any more to it than what we see thru veils of illusion the webs of Maya the Maja of iconic sadness music masterpieces of ecstatic longing pain and unbearable grief the colors of paintings we gaze at for a few minutes before lapsing back onto the highway of living death thru Zombieville