jiri tibor novak
young man thinking of his future
where do clowns go?
where do clowns sleep?
what do clowns eat?
what do clowns do
when no one
but no one at all
laughs any more
Miroslav Holub, from collection 'Totally Unsystematic Zoology', 1963
For a wanderer, common sense
is the most valuable equipment
Better than money for a poor man
Far from home.
(loose translation from The Elder Edda (Iceland)
Blame not my lute, for he must sound
Of this or that as liketh me:
For lack of wit the lute is bound
To give such tunes as pleaseth me
Then though my songs be somewhat strange
And speaks such words as touch thy change,
Blame not my lute.
attributed to Thomas Wyatt (16thC)
can he ever keep to his permanent childhood?
If, as I have, you also doe
Vertue'attir'd in woman see,
And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the Hee and Shee;
And if this love though placed so,
From prophane men you hide,
Which will no faith on this bestow,
Or, if they do, deride:
Then you'have done a braver thing
Then all the Worthies did,
And a braver thence will spring,
Which is,to keep that hid.
John Donne - from The Undertaking - circa 1600
man of vision who dreams of bringing order to these images
while I am supplying the scent
of perfume bought in cheep store
next to the railway station
caressing that wander
with implied touch
It's in the rock but not the stone.
It's in the marrow but not the bone.
It's in the bolster but not the bed.
Its not in the living nor in the dead.
I asked: what is poetry?
... ashes of dead man
his powdery residue
to make you sneeze
My mother raised me
happy and contend.
Rocking me to sleep
she used to say
you must become a marquis
a count or a gentleman."
But alas, I learned
to weave baskets.
All during January
I made baskets,
and during the summer
collected the money.
Such is the life
of a basketmaker.
Deep Song, by Frederico Garcia Lorca (On Lullabies)
Building the tower of Babel
like a trunk of a tree
but only a watery stem
I have read
in smart magazine
of electronic company
and advances in
millions of useful electronic gadgetry
billions of mobile telephones
trillions of computers
millionbilliontrillion of money
for the smart company
which has ninety percent of market share
with massive software ecosystem...
"What good were eyes to me?
Nothing I could see could bring me joy".
I was once young, journeying alone, and lost my way;
Rich I thought myself, when I met another.
Man is the joy of man.
(adapted translation from The Elder Edda (Iceland)
story of a boy with sporting potential
I don't like proud generals
with groomed beards.
To lead us, I want an officer
Short and sturdy
Feet planted apart.
Archilochos (7th C BC)
WE have a pretty witty king
Whose word no man relies on,
he never said a foolish thing
And never did a wise one.
John Wilmot Earl of Rochester on Charles II of England
August in Boom gallery 2017
paintings + postcards
'a smile at arm's length'
artist book / folio 'visitors'
books & illustrations
artist book (collection of etchings)
some of my friends
"He knows instinctively that this space identified with his solitude is creative;
that even when it is forever expunged from the present, when henceforth, it is
alien to all the promises of the future, even when we no longer have a garret,
when the attic room is lost and gone, there remains the fact that we once loved a
garret, once lived in an attic. We return to them in our night dreams".
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, the house, from cellar to garret. the
significance of the hut, 1964
by jiri tibor novak
artist book of twenty
in limited edition of
1/5 private collection
2/5 private collection
3/5 private collection
4/5 Alfred Deakin
Collection (for view
5/5 private collection