Frank, I have begun to resign myself to the fact that your non-use of
punctuation is an incorrigible facet of your work. I think your reasons for
so doing are the worst but no matter. I note from your other postings and
comments that you do a lot of readings, and I applaud this. Reading aloud is
how it should be done. In that sense since you are reading/performing your
own work and punctuation is as unnecessary as written music was to Mozart.
So I have learned to read your work as though it were being performed. With
all those provisos I find 'scribble artist' by far the best piece of yours I
have read since 'sabres at somewhere or other' ( I forget where.)
This poem has humour and great depth. The thick accent of its speaker comes
over as part of its music and such punctuation as you permit yourself ( and
rather undermines your protestations that you never understood the ways of
punctuatuation somewhat) serve to imbue inflection to the voice. The point
that the poem is making is profound and asks the question we should all ask
ourselves ' are we artisis or just pretty scribble boys'.
A thoroughly enjoyable read for which thanks. regards Arthur.
----- Original Message -----
From: Frank Prem
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: Thursday, May 15, 2003 8:24 AM
Subject: sub - scribble artist


scribble artist

Eh, Frenki, you are with you computer again? Huh!

Frenk,
you think you are nekaki writing artist,
you think you make beautiful thing
with you pencil,
with you paper, yes?

Huh!
slu"saj Frenki, you know nothing.
You just sitting at you computer,
writing, writing,
you make you little story.
All right,
is very good,
but what is this to do with art?

When I was mali boy,
in village,
was man who make pictures.
He can draw you anything you ask,
but,
is never look like what he starting with.
He make twisty,
he make stand on head,
he make opposite. He doing all sorts,
so that picture is,
but same time,
is not. You know?

When this man is looking at thing
what he want to draw,
he is making change
u glavi, inside his head, you understand?
So what he put in this canvas
is like sin-e-tet-ic picture,
you know, what I am saying?

Yes, yes,
is sin-e-te-says by he
in brain. That what I mean.

What he begin
is only model,
what he finish
is art.

You get this people today,
they take picture,
click.
They put him on easel,
tsank.
They draw him exact what they see,
phooy!

This is not art.
Art is when you take him out
from somewhere deep in you head.

Which one is you Frenki,
artist,
or just pretty-scribble boy,
hmm?

Which one you?

~

Frank