Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Temporary Remedy by Ivan Jenson


Set these words
to music in your mind
and dance within your senses
as if you were intoxicated
on your wedding day
and everyone was there
to celebrate your love
now watch
what I write
become a living
breathing thing
like a first born
bundled up and crying
just for the sake of sound
and then I want you to
read carefully
the following directions:
take everything I say
for granted
and let this poem
disintegrate like
a prescribed tablet
on your tongue
and wait for the literary
ingredients
to flood your blood stream
like an opioid
but be prepared
when you reach
the end of this
poetic intoxicant
to again return to
the nagging void





Ivan Jenson is a fine artist, novelist and contemporary poet who lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan. His artwork was featured in Art in America, Art News, and Interview Magazine and has sold at auction at Christie’s. Ivan was commissioned by Absolut Vodka to make a painting titled Absolut Jenson for the brand’s national ad campaign. His Absolut paintings are in the collection of the Spiritmusuem, the museum of spirits in Stockholm, Sweden.  
Jenson's painting of the “Marlboro Man” was collected by the Philip Morris corporation. Ivan was commissioned to paint the final portrait of the late Malcolm Forbes.  Ivan has written two novels, Dead Artist and Seeing Soriah, both of which illustrate the creative and often dramatic lives of artists. Jenson's poetry is widely published (with over 600 poems published in the US, UK and Europe) in a variety of literary media. A book of Ivan Jenson's poetry was recently published by Hen House Press titled Media Child and Other Poems, which can be acquired on Amazon. Two novels by Ivan Jenson entitled, Marketing Mia and Erotic Rights have been published hardcover. Ivan Jenson’s new novel, Gypsies of New Rochelle has been released by Michelkin Publishing. Ivan Jenson's website is: www.IvanJenson.com



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