PULSE

Pulse feigned by heart,

felt in concourse of a dream,

unspeakably atmospheric.

The human pulse,

jagged, irregular,

constant, systematic,

redundant and made of tireless repetition.

You savants of the world-cast-down,

beaten and burdened by the world,

bring me your decadence,

your amniotic imagination,

sifting in the ovular winds.

Chant to me the unspeakable,

so that I may hear it,

find in me a place to soothe

the disquiet of a world drowning in information.

Unawares of its dissonance,

bring me this place,

to this place amongst the star gazers,

bring me to the world's glow.

Emptying the ion,

chasing the decimal,

and churning the whirlwinds.

With my finger on the pulse of

every future nation's sublime cascades,

with the mnemonic hermenutics of memory itself,

alive in the echochamber of minds,

fit to find new meanings.

The pulse of the timeless,

in the bridgework of suggestion,

dividing the meaningless,

into oracular potential,

alive in the PULSE.

     The video https://vimeo.com/31845340 is of Rudolph Bikkers who essentially is responsible for my coining the term PULSE, which I use to define what is essentially an evolution of Poetic principles, forming a new genre of Poetry. Rudolph Bikkers was a professor of mine at OCA, the Ontario College of Art, now OCADU, the Ontario College of Art and Design University.   Mr. Bikkers said my drawing had the human pulse, at the Toronto Outdoor Art Exhibition in 1993, the only year I entered the exhibition.  I never forgot the kindness in his words, it encouraged me to always in some way be creative. 

     I eventually developed allergies to everything and transitioned my working with words instead as there was no allergic response with that medium.  I could have drawn but I got very upset about being unable to paint and I just avoided all forms of rendering rendering me less and less and artist and more and more alienated from what I loved to do. 

      As my allergies have passed, I am slowly developing as an artist once again, delving into making art, and am looking forward to that.  I have begun with digital imagery, and assemblages of sculptural elements in my room, to keep me busy.  My aesthetic is in large part influenced by my mentor and good friend the amazing Nicholas Walsh, whose home shrine inspired anyone who witnessed it, I am sure.  My project pales by comparison but it's fun, and the image that follows this poem is of my room, which anyone that knows Mr. Walsh and has been to his apartment knows and can see the influence, I trust.

     I sought to bring Bikker's observation of my search for the vital pulse of things to my poetry.  I work in abstractions of language that keeps alive a certain flow of ideas, and suggested connections, some more successfully so than others, but all are a true delight to make, and I am in debt to my MANY professors who over fourteen years of schooling thus far and my public school and high school teachers who have all inspired me to follow my own path and be original in my ideas and process, with a particular emphasis on evoking interest and aesthetic involvement from my chosen audiences.  I thank you Mr. Bikkers, a most marvelous professor, and a wonderful man for your creative insights, guidance, encouragement and inspiration!

Nicholas likes the band Nirvana and I remember him reviewing this video I am sharing with the poem with some enthusiasm for it's quality.  Much of pulse is derived from my aesthetic appreciation of the trend toward abstraction in all forms of music, Nirvana is a good example of this in many ways and I hope you enjoy the video. God bless and if there is no God, Godspeed toward necessity and discovery of the essential!

Words Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder