Born in Wasington, D.C. in 1953 Mark Coburn the "WIREMAN" has dedicated his life for the past 29 years to the cutting edge production of works of Art using welded steel, wire, and words. Creating a unique blend of Poetry and Sculpture. After an introduction to welded steel sculpture by California sculptor John Duffy, Mark set off on the artistic path, showing his work throughout the mid-atlantic region of the U.S. Following a stint in 1978 as sculpture assistant to Robert Perless in New York City, he returned to D.C., becoming a member of the legendary Madam's Organ Artists Cooperative through the early 80's Transplanting to Baltimore, Md. in 1997 eventually opened his own arts venue, starting his Wireman Galleryat 427 Conkling St. in 2001-02. Mark is also a Poet & Spoken Word performer/musician who has written and performed his work with a variety of musians and groups, including- Jeff Aug, Cliff Art, Mike Elosh, Sowebohemian All Stars, Bill Inglis, Mary Byrd Brown, Bucket of Love, and J-Rah.



wire sculptures
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WIREMAN Sculptures by Mark Coburn
@ DOWNTIME Coffee House
23 East Patrick St. Frederick, MD.
all day in conjunction with Frederick's
1st Saturday's Art Walk
Opening Saturday April 7th
the show will run thru April 30th
info. 301.698.2766

Mark Coburn CD Release
The Raga Celtic Delta Blues Band
Play That Funky Raga White Boy
wwww.cdbaby.com/cd/trcdbb


On Becoming a Primitive

walking realms of fire
streets paved with the
outcasts illusions
trees decorated with
debris of past primes
provincial treks by poets
and bards - shining lights
out in the cold
bold heroes giving life to
revelations from the other
side of mind

ride that train to nevermore
to blue skies and "O Say Can Ya See?"
all day confusion coated with tastes
of candied dreams
swarms of humanity....eyes distant
chasin' shaky ground
lines drawn in sand that's hard as
asphalt.....littered with debris
from the frying pan

steady movin' train pushin' through
the break of dawn......floating....
smooth.....searchin' for that lovin'
life song

hop aboard hear that horn ring loud
and clear "Joy Life Brings!"
feel the nothing to grasp
see the sands runnin' through yer
fingers....no matter how tight
you clasp

take the train....feel the moment
....the rhythm......a steady beat
always look with wonder....the moon
and stars - endless days and nights
total and complete.............WIREMAN

Dangling Piece of Rawhide

era of the wishing well
thoughts steeped in illusion
cutting through immense confusion
flown by albatross
sailed behind white whale
needlessly the bone
he sat on his throne
washing up inside
dangling piece of rawhide
brew that would boil
streets turned to watery oil
time spent in thrice
one for ever amber
two for powder blue
three for on bended knee
twas an automatic raisin
kissed the sugar plum
eventuality straight-lucid
gave way to evermore concern
time in the burn
white heat vast
feeling.....everlast
...............WIREMAN

more poems continue here...

Mark Coburn
Poems Online:
Litkicks
Deep Cleveland
www.malleablejangle.netfirms.com
www.insanewriters.com
http://studioeight.tv/artists/markcoburn/artmarkcoburn.html
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