Leg-wrapped and anxious, she flies with swirls. She touches and presses,
she blows; senseless seams of sky.
Give her wide and distance the passage. Marking next, filling holes and
collecting soul.
Patterns of light and the mystique of rhythm; images left, but replaced tomorrow.
Graceful and thoughtful, she swirls in beat, in wings of collection.
Quiet – senseless seams of sky that in dark, are filled to the beat.
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About barry comer
born, September 23, 1954
city, Louisville
state, Kentucky
A long history in the arts, Barry Comer was known as a sculptor and fine artist in the 70’s, and more of a commercial artist in the 80’s until now.
He has followed a long tradition of “personal explorers”, seeking to understand the world. After living in Israel and volunteering for military service, he left abruptly and returned to the United States.
His travels include a yearly pilgrimage to France, finding like-minded individuals who breathe life for the sake of life. He admires the poet Jacques Prevert for the simplicity and truth of word.
Further, his poems and writing reflect a rhythm sewn from patches of the American experience.
Mr. Comer’s perspectives question the basic principals that are held true. His views of the mystic and of social equality define him emotionally and profoundly.
All work is the intellectual property of Barry Comer.
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