The Art Of The Spiritual Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I have no problems with the spiritual in art
or art in the spiritual. My problem is that
the spiritual has no spirit to speak of but for
what unattainable spirit man imbues in it.

All art contains the unattainable. Therefore
all art is spiritual.And mind you, I speak
of world art. With that in mind I drive along
the Pacific Coast Highway when suddenly

the urge to evacuate number one prompts me
to search preferably the privacy of a liquor bar
or at worst a distant gas service station or
at least some bushes to hide behind just in case

a highway patrol decides to cite me
for indecent exposure and a slough of other
violations from no parking on the side of the
road to flashing in public, to promoting illegal

activities such as endangering wild life
by improperly watering with a forbidden
substance and the use of an unauthorized
organic watering hose and what not.

I finally join the dribbling abstractionists.
The spiritual is fundamentally a series of
randomly positioned indecipherable dots,
lines or graffiti composing virtual images

of mutable scale and temporality.
Out of the blue a wave erases forever
my markings in the crumbling sand.