SKOPSKALD

S. David

(a.k.a. Skopskald)

Poet

Steve David is a profusely prolific writer, and a friend to visual artists. Much of his work is literary portraiture or caricature of the work of visual artists. He scours the galleries collecting images that will draw poems from him. For years he has been working closely with the Ridge Street Artists, an artist group whose current base is the Diesel Gallery in Redhook, Brooklyn, New York. Below is an example of his complement.

Feather at the Museum

{by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle}

Just because she has
Wings, it doesn’t mean
She’s an Angel. Feather
Is young and beautiful,
Once you get used
To her red eyes. But
They match her hair
And though she hangs
Out in some strange
Place, she does do
Galleries and when
Her wings are folded,
Even museums. It’s
Easier in winter
When she actually
Dresses up, but
It was summertime
And I don’t know
What other powers
She has, I mean, I
Saw her wings, while
We were there,
But no one else
Saw or they just
Didn’t have anything
To say. New Yorkers are
So very jaded anyway.

{Orig 3/9/05}

Fethe {digital}

The Fat

{by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle}

Behold, American Youth's
New superhero,
An appropriate one
At that. Three meals
At his nearest fast
Food chain superstore
And he's ready to
Fission off a slew
Of minions with
Powers granted to
Only the imagination,
To fight the good fight
Against the skinny
Yuppie fitness freaks
Of the liberal east.

{Orig. 04/22/04}

The Fat {oils 5'}

The Grey Koala {1}

{by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle}

The adventurous,
Paternal ancestor
Of the Hokas crossed
Dimensions,
Realities,
Seeking a
Suitable mate.
Physical charms
And suitable
Genetics
Were his needs;
Like the Knin,
His mates need
Only give him
Heirs. Brains
Need not apply.

{Orig. 04/26/04}

The Grey Koala {airbrush}

The Grey Koala {2}

{by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle}

Secret master
Of
Esoteric Arts
Fleeing
An
Alternate
Dimension
Of
Reality
Arrives
In
Disguise
Loveable
A
Peaceable
Symbol
For
Humanity
Betrayed
By
Incongruous
Headgear

{Orig. 04/26/04}

The Assembly {1}

{by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle}

You call them,
'Impossible characters.'
To you, I'd say.
For in my mind
They hold sway
I merely exaggerate
The traits
I see in the
Sicker parts
Of humanity
Can you recognize
Aspects of
Yourself
In what you see?
Welcome to the Assembly.

{Orig. 04/26/04}

The Assembly (digital)

The Assembly {2}

{by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle}

And I brought
Them all together,
A collection of
Impossible
Human oddities,
An assembly of
Wierd characters,
All drawn from
My distinctive,
Distorted mind
And I present them,
Here before your eyes.

{Orig. 04/26/04}

S. David (a.k.a. Skopskald) Poet Steve David is a profusely prolific writer, and a friend to visual artists. Much of his work is literary portraiture or caricature of the work of visual artists. He scours the galleries collecting images that will draw poems from him. For years he has been working closely with the Ridge Street Artists, an artist group whose current base is the Diesel Gallery in Redhook, Brooklyn, New York. Below is an example of his complement.
Feather at the Museum {by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle} Just because she has Wings, it doesn’t mean She’s an Angel. Feather Is young and beautiful, Once you get used To her red eyes. But They match her hair And though she hangs Out in some strange Place, she does do Galleries and when Her wings are folded, Even museums. It’s Easier in winter When she actually Dresses up, but It was summertime And I don’t know What other powers She has, I mean, I Saw her wings, while We were there, But no one else Saw or they just Didn’t have anything To say. New Yorkers are So very jaded anyway. {Orig 3/9/05}		Fethe {digital}

The Fat {by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle} Behold, American Youth's New superhero, An appropriate one At that. Three meals At his nearest fast Food chain superstore And he's ready to Fission off a slew Of minions with Powers granted to Only the imagination, To fight the good fight Against the skinny Yuppie fitness freaks Of the liberal east. {Orig. 04/22/04}		The Fat {oils 5'}


	The Grey Koala {1} {by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle} The adventurous, Paternal ancestor Of the Hokas crossed Dimensions, Realities, Seeking a Suitable mate. Physical charms And suitable Genetics Were his needs; Like the Knin, His mates need Only give him Heirs. Brains Need not apply. {Orig. 04/26/04}
		The Grey Koala {airbrush}

	The Grey Koala {2} {by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle} Secret master Of Esoteric Arts Fleeing An Alternate Dimension Of Reality Arrives In Disguise Loveable A Peaceable Symbol For Humanity Betrayed By Incongruous Headgear {Orig. 04/26/04}



	The Assembly {1} {by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle} You call them, 'Impossible characters.' To you, I'd say. For in my mind They hold sway I merely exaggerate The traits I see in the Sicker parts Of humanity Can you recognize Aspects of Yourself In what you see? Welcome to the Assembly. {Orig. 04/26/04}
		The Assembly (digital)

	The Assembly {2} {by S. David} {for Brendan Coyle} And I brought Them all together, A collection of Impossible Human oddities, An assembly of Wierd characters, All drawn from My distinctive, Distorted mind And I present them, Here before your eyes. {Orig. 04/26/04}