Wednesday, December 8, 2010
abstract aggregates and fools, it rathes to gnag. the enraged stoke peels the sensitivities in whole rips and burns from the face of acceptance.
it wants obliteration, against the fit nots. no times out to its game, it flips until it’s over.
my twirl-around fools none of your shadows. your deeply is my in me. a voraciously stubborn charm on a crack and dandle. strop the balance, venomous tear.
with somehow your touch, a reminder, scraping, and soothing. you are where i see, and where i won’t see.
and you hold my well despite myself.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
here is a commercial i gravitate towards. someone told me once that i see in "storybook," that the way i explain things is like it is being read from old books of children's fable and rhyme. that stuck with me, because i found that i "see" in dramatic frames. that is that my imagination seems to be continually insinuated in my sight of what seems to be the "real" world. light is grander, textures wonderfully drawing me through the wiles of optic impression, sounds tymbic soft and the notes of tasted air and whorl.
expressive moments like this video are reassurances i am not dreaming, a pat on the back by someone saying you're not alone - we're all mad here.
the “race” is no less fussed, neither are the “classes.” our beautiful balance confused in favour of the variable caste.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
whose song am i? my own curse; my own cure. a cause explaining itself to the hundred white. but the eyeless needs no explanation. a timeless second surpassing the articulations of the invented. still, i am dipped in the gray satellite; a float between the shouting black and white polarities. defined and deafening. strange and compelling. familiar and repulsive.
i glide there but never fall. not enough gravity to make an impact, not enough momentum to fly away.
i might be reaching to a scraped sky long left of cloud and slight. a vacation of the void that used to be my pal, my medium. and with little left to crutch and chew i am my own myth amoung the wandering question. discovery imminent; knowledge an abstract zanfona playing a piper's song. weared my textures go? lost in the lint trap?
but all along i am the everything blanket shouldering the flying boy.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
[notes on the knot-species "lantern gnat"]
glagnez is pronounced "lawns" and is the name lantern gnats refer to themselves as.
gnite or "glowe" refers to the centric attribute of their bioluminescence. it also speaks for the unique culture of glagnez as they see it; at times affectionately referred to as "midgnite."
lumenit refers to relative "voice" of emitted light or "brightness."
synchron refers to light pattern.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
the pressures to belong and connect are not lost on him either as a benefit or detriment to himself or that of the collective other. at one time he searched for elements that defined or could define his being - his be-ing; to himself; to others. but ultimately, and after many failed attempts, he came to find that no one thing, idea, or presentation could define what he was or felt. the idea of individual representations (static icons of self-worth, identity, or validity) persistently felt ludicrous; not by design or choice, but by awareness, realization, and result.
in fact, somewhere in him, for who knows how long, he's known and appreciated the individual dynamic quality and importance... in existence. of all things, not just human. and so, while he has his objections and disagreements, he finds that there is ultimately no (benefit to) argument to have with anyone except in the emotional exchange and the working out of thought that is afforded by the process of arguing or debate (conversation). we each are unique. gathering experience unique to our path and process. even the identical twin, by existing as a separate entity from its counterpart will have a relatively likewise unique experience (even if they'd like to think otherwise). our opinions, beliefs, understanding, perceptions, and perspective are all unique to our individual dynamic. this is not to say that we should not argue, or persuade, or challenge, etc. these attributes or qualities are of our nature. and we each are steward to our own nature, our own dynamic. it is we who are charged with representing and sharing that dynamic with all else. and to do so, in part, requires our acceptance, embrace, and understanding of the possible other points of view.
whatever level of action we choose to act on we are still connected in existence, with each other, with our environment. whether workaday or layman, couch potato or deadbeat, celebrity or genius they all have connection, influence, and importance.
realist? anarchist? existentialist? artist? fatalist? pessimist? optimist?
the "ist" he consistently feels rhythm with is exist.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
shasta cream soda multiplied by dr. pepper minus vernor's ginger ale doesn't equal a juan-shy six-pack. it equals a "where is my rootbeer?"