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<\/a><\/p>\nThe 2011 sculpture was supposed to be the armature for a prone figure. But then that work culminated, and drew to a close, and I saw I had been tricked into making him this body.<\/p>\n
Over a year after I made the sculpture, I painted it.\u00a0 Correction, Thor came stomping through as an oil painting on Pan\u2019s square stock steel spine. Pan sports him like a tattoo. Thor, laughing heartily under his fierce, horned cartoon helmet, and sumptuous Viking sky, is painted up Pan\u2019s back and across his shoulder rod, in turquoise and red.<\/p>\n and when I feel his fingers on my face, in my mind, he commandeers Muse for my hands to make him life organs: pancreas, liver, lungs, he tries so hard but still they are only twisted, sewn and tied paper. (from 2012)<\/p>\n \u2018Burn them!\u00a0 Burn them!\u2019 His voice is sonic, even though I know he\u2019s only mouthing the words. \u2018light them yourself,\u2019 I say, twirling my orange Bic on my thigh.<\/p>\n He also managed to get the image of his actual eye into the image of the sintering core of a Billy goat\u2019s eye, in one of my phone photographs.<\/p>\n These are all still concoctions of my own circus mind. But not always. Strangely, he appeared in one of two dusk photographs I took in the Western Kentucky countryside. \u2018Pull the car over.\u2019\u00a0 Muse told me I was taking a picture of the not very spectacular sky, but I have learned, yes I have, to do like Muse say, so I pulled over and snapped two photos with my phone.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t until later when I got back to my state park rental cottage, and looked at the pictures on the laptop, did I see him, monochrome red and glowing, his hands on his hips, horns so symmetrical as to be clich\u00e9, the very exact size of a goat-man, standing in the dry grasses at dusk, in one of the two photos.<\/p>\n And when I go to think myself out of him, I find him there again, like a never-ending stack of hands he has to signal me.\u00a0 I get into a thinking contest with him, who is thinking whom, I say to him in English and<\/i> Russian, the way you say every word of a prayer in case there\u2019s points off for skipping.<\/p>\n As steel sculpture, Pan makes his own penises. He\u2019s made seven or eight so far. It\u2019s easy to chalk this claim up to a Freudian, evidently life-driving desire to see the naked mole rat. In fact, I set a large bed of identical green air plants under the sculpture, and weeks later in the sun with uniform misting, only a few plants in the whole bed under him turned bright red, in the shape of his boner.\u00a0 Another time a spool of wire fell from the top of my ladder, and rolled, unfurling a long, coiling line of wire, circle upon circle like a slid stack of round coasters, from the base of his hip rod in a magnificent, arching hard on all the way up to his shoulder solder.\u00a0 And he\u2019s a bit of a pervert about it, staying so still, saying nothing, like everything\u2019s the same, and then I look down and see an 11\u201d wooden spoon greeting me in the fashion.\u00a0 Trot trot trot<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and today<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I am haunted of people who entered my mind, characters who I thought of, who are merely ideas, shadow templates for specific possibilities, or lenses: Malevich, strangely decorated Tami, typo-writing Dick, and Drawing of Vonnegut, and the assembly of minor deities living in a trailer settlement on the poorly lit side of my mind, who … Continue reading Pan<\/span> <\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a>\u00a0<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n