chins to ground
among the shrill,
hordes of anger
with tiny voices
of fruitless grain,
ears sewn closed
waves of wind,
noise to white with
mortal bites,
elegant absence,
mouths sewn open
frosty views to
simplicity of you,
bastards of air,
your cavity of clutter
sewing thoughts
the deepest black your
commentary sewn
to hate
rejoice leonard
the end is near,
the news sewn in air
seeds carried in the wind,
waves of lies,
the heart beats timber,
sewn by tiny voices of
shredded truth
remind us again that
you heal.
2010 Barry Comer
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About barry comer
At the intersection of bad, cultural immersion and romantic comedy, Barry Comer’s life of awareness began to shape. It feels carved by professional courtesy with dabbles of imagined secret missions of rock and art, to travels in the imaginarium.
To some, if not many, Barry’s good time adventures seemed pluck and full of free-spent spirit. Never to light long, he urged the wheels west and found adoration given too short.
His interests were aesthetically varied, so he observed. After all, his father introduced jazzy musicians and god sought ministers in the neighborhood. With dues paid and King dead, the cooperation of handshakes and dispensed medicines protected Barry’s influences and his father’s corner dispensary. Life was interesting and good in the late 60’s for children to intellectually pursue and live lyrics and romanticized notions.
The culture, the permissiveness and worship trended to social justice. Either one was for or against, but the black and white of disagreement galvanized a new generation of commitments.
Lucky to have Dylan and Ginsberg, this generation of conscientious observers painted and wrote. They smoked heavy curls of conversations in coffee houses with snapping fingers and playground sensibilities for the future. Within these wrappings, Barry learned to observe pretenders of people and heroes. So many joined in, for the parade of protest marches and partied, against, “the war”.
There were the endless slogans of possibilities.
After seeking countless roads, Barry packed again. He divorced friendships for youthful urges and moved abroad. Barely 20, the blunt instrument of reality suffocated popular aspirations. This destination du jour, this holy land of Israel was no place for 60s dreamers of fairness.
Observed was a social experiment of denial and diminished rights for one and not the other. It seemed unimaginable that the same questions asked back in the United States was a net, cast worldwide.
What is fair, what is just and who is deserving, he asked himself?
Once back in the US, he entertained different professions that catered to his degree in art. He showed sculpture at 2 galleries, but later chose financial stability through graphic design. His work is known throughout the country having specialized in logo design and business to business publications in the culinary industries.
None of these fed his soul, until Barry started making frequent trips to France observing and writing about his inspired experiences. The European model of civility and humanity impressed the senses and old immersions. Even though there is not a perfect social experiment, the observation was clear and begged a response in the US.
Last year, he got in touch with the Democratic Socialists of America and spoke to director Maria Svart. He wanted to do something, to contribute to the cause of social and equitable justice. The DSA fit like a Leonard Cohen suit.
From that moment with over 40 years waiting in the wings, he stepped forward. His designs have become a part of
DSA’s day-to-day and special design needs.
Barry also volunteers as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, writes for Conducive Chronicle, http://cchronicle.com.
