Image Galleria after Poussin
Christopher Truman 1997
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THAT begat www.sundialzen.com
in a state of sunlit concentration and rapture
Cyber Gallery 39
Linoprints
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Absence line art
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monoravian preludes
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OCTOSYLLABIC
OBSERVATIONS
from summer school
reading Auden in 2018
A Quip for Schama
What is civilisation?
An interior by Robert Adam
Potsdam Quip
The beauty of Sanssouci
to the horror of Verdun
Civilisation 2 The Raj
What came of civilisation?
The British railways, India
Juvenal at Macdonalds
Overheated, overlit, size
gargantuan, the junk feeder
Hunger Games Province 7
The kingdom of the overboned
too big for a doorway or car
Darker Wood Dutch
The coup counter-revolution
made use of their mahogany
The German Revolution
Nazis torching Old Germany
flared socialism for der Volk
Flaming June
He extended the sunlit day
by an upper lawn in the hills
Sci-fi Me2
Raw Me2 girly gangs flex time
hand-pleasuring to porn online
Death in China
Surveillance-locked society
the cancering in red China
Shimla to Whitehall
Elephants march a luncheon gong.
A figure wires for promotion
British Pacific Fleet
A shoal of drone submarines run
from our frigate off Singapore
The Smouldering
Two Governments could fall today.
The centres died. Tribal fire
Instagram Instagirl
Is the online wonder girl
alien, in her oval self?
Apocalypse Redux
Cannibalism in Neasden;
in Wood Green; old London burning
The Last Can
Only one can of baked beans left
with a mob charging the front door
Weil a Samuel Beckett
Attente De Dieu le premier
et En Attendant Godot apres
Left-bank Jean-Paul Sartre
Existentialist, Communist;
'Les Chemins de la Liberte
'Sadistisch' Kitsch Bitch
Does the frenzied whip Gauleiter
take a twisted garter to bed ?
Chinese Whisper Terror
Incite a climate of touching
paranoia, to rule through fear
At The Basil Street Hotel
They lived on peach avocado:
drank imperial bravado
In A Fallen Era
The line garden ran to nettle
and ivy leafing a statue
On Burning Marl
Drawn between heat and pavement
a sliver of soul was hell-bent
Project Coup TB Quote
'I want to destroy every
last shred of Conservatism'
In West Germany: 1932
In the 'red' Ruhr open trucks rolled
heaving with armed red militia
Dispatcher Nikita
In the state chute dystopia
underground cobra rotunda
Resurrection Battle
AI, big data, the dictator
contra the spirit, the wafer
The Sun King Courtesan
Rolled marbles in the mirror hall
to enter a worn mosaic
Terminal August Couplet
Sadly, I did not reach the beach
to lie with Lady Caroline...
Beating The Miners' Strike: MT
Colonel Guy Long 'warehoused Polish
coal near Antwerp' per pro Nato
London Riot Dystopia
A machine-gun nest at the end
of a street, for law and order
Opposite St. Botolph's Church
An old all-grey unmarked Sea King
hung above a field of cattle
Byzantium
The triumphal gong sounding
on lit marble, is the Emperor
First Darkest Hour
In 410 A.D. our Roman
legions withdrew, to man The Rhine
Roman Law: The Codex
From Justinian in Byzantium
to Bologna, and Africa
German Invaders
Our Saxons loved die grene, die Walde
und die timbered haus; no Villa
Neo-Stalinist State
The rarest move fraught with danger
and they can almost hear you breathe
From A Satire By Juvenal
The Temple colonnades windy
but full of ladies of the night
Where is Agent Nikita?
She of the black leather jeans
and jacket, intent and blonde
Aimless In Croydon
Rounding away at the Golf Club
many a ball went out of sight
Euston Station Rebuild
A Chancellor flew to Peking
to be fed a lot of stuffed duck
Italian Virgin Mary
Taught the blue erotic contour
of a woman, holy mother!
Zabriskie Point
The free-loving counter-culture
against Vietnam, and Mad Men
Zabriskie Point 2
Flesh hammed against flesh, in the sand
her bronzed lithe beauty afire
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Catholic Virgin Rapture
Sinewy tongue rounding his tongue,
her nipples erect in muslin
Failed Journey
She invited me to summer
at her condo in Biarritz
A Mortemart
Languor became her, and lazy
to a sly teasing; a fervour
Sa Galerie
Athenais de Mortemart, Mar-
quise de Montespan a Clagny
all written by Christopher Truman
sur son terracotta plateau chaque jour
with more on www.sundialzen.com
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We are all closer
to Virgil and Horace
and his Odes than we are to the post-
literate snowflake
strangely postmodern and literal
Horace was born in B.C. 65 in Venusia,
a small town
in the Hellenised south-eastern
region of Italy. A villa quote:
Mitte sectari, rosa quo locorum
Sera moretur
Cease your efforts, to find
where the last rose lingers
(The White House was founded in Rome
because Palladio had inspired Monticello)
Atque inter silvas Academi quaerere verum
And seek for truth in the garden of Academus
Non omnis moriar
I shall not die
Ut pictura poesis
by Horace: who loved his Falernian
villa wine and the poetry of Sappho
as black-leathered Nikita
may have often done,
unzipping
Christopher Truman has been evolving line art prints drawn using rotring rapidograph pens and black ink on Lana Mills cartridge paper since 1997.
Site images have been scanned from the off-white cartridge paper originals. They can be printed on flecked white oriental parchment. A group may use papers ranging from soft sepia to a sheer white.
His work may principally be seen as creating Zen narratives, loci or aids for meditation, a metaphysical 'storyboard' even. Finding a zen at Selinunte, Cathay can venn the neo-Platonic. In a group of prints, he mediates certain motifs in Vermeer; with another, creates a parallel parallel world to explore. A virtual infinity is quested.
Each group of six to nine prints as panels may be 'read' left to right, or, wall mounted, to the centre; or right-left. Rack-mounted, the running order may vary.
Christopher Truman started his groups of prints with experimental Image Text arrays. The work now lives much in counterpoint to his poetry, reflective of many journeys.
Staying on for a third year,
canary squares of wild marble
coming together, a butterfly,
the mimosa trembling
an even paler guest, in love
with a paradigm, japonica
returning in awe a ninth time
bent to clip a fresh
honeysuckle cigarette.
from Wild Marble I
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