BOOKS by Jack Trimper
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1996 edition (8½ X 11) (46pgs.)
Signed, Numbered and Dated by the Artist
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A collection of images of the early members of the cankind family. I often suggest that it really is for colorin’. Follow the link left to see images from the TIN CAN MAN.
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Poetry:
Roads, Wooden Objects and Sunsets
©1985 outta’ print
Above Whirlpools
There are answers
In my wrinkled folds and granite lodes.
I leave my record of movement
Embedded in my following mantle.
And mantle shifts
And grinds
And parts
And moves
And floats.
Cool light rock.
It floats above;
I leave behind my trail of fire.
I spiral.
Colliding surfacing diving
Bellicose below
Vulcan vespers
Convection conductor of currents.
Fiery nautilus spewing spots hot.
And mantle shifts
And grinds
And parts
And moves
And floats.
Cool light rock.
Reflected in your crusty moments of time
Under your feet
Above are the galaxies in myriad majesty
Tornados and hurricanes sparked
With imperceptible swirls.
Sunflowers reflect
Waterspouts connect
Ram and reindeer project.
Snakes align
And lover’s locks are mine.
I spiral
Spiral eye.
And mantle shifts
And grinds
And parts
And moves
And floats.
Cool light rock.
The Golden Proportion
Evolves serially from unity
Expanding proportionally
Becoming my reflection -- your perfection
When plotted x and y.
Eye spiral
I spiral.
Directing the jet stream
Between three wheels
Triangle pulls you out of sky
Into sea.
And mantle shifts
And grinds
And parts
And moves
And floats
Above me
And is me.
Cool light rock.
A monument of continental collision
A history of surface skirmish
And you up there
You rattle my bones with your booms.
You pervert my form
With right angles
And toast your own
In my legion.
Spiral eye
I spiral.
And you up there
You live above
Unseen tug and pull
Unknown electron configuration
Uncharted effect on season in orbit.
And you up there
You live above my magnetic pools
Of spins and swirls of molten
Galaxy dance.
I spiral
Spiral eye.
Jack Trimper
