Joan Miró, Pintura, 1925. it was the eve of the rebirth of the clock & 7 concentric shadows hung like a jagged shoestring & snatched up the light like a lonely severed tentacle {fortune is an excess of weight} it was a braid in the atmosphere a forger of form & sanity chiseled from [...]
Read Sandman Express, Parts I, II, and III. i never imagined it would all disappear this way, a grove of floating oranges and sapphire giraffes, an acre of magic grass that shone like an eyeful of diamonds out the busted windows of the Sandman, that harbinger of technicolor dreams, while the old hippie wizard and [...]
it was never more important to remember the rose, the way it crimped in her hair like an afterthought pruned with the blade of a cruel shoulder like a little neglected wing or a misshapen song unless my eyes were lying the instant i saw her perched on the fingertip of the morning like a [...]
in its simplest form, the mouth was a giant puzzle piece a horizontal pickaxe that severed the sun from the whitewashed fields a cleft in the skull of a crystallized fantasy, a simple decoration, really, a wrinkle in the underbelly of a cloud where the smoke filled with mirrors and for the first time, i [...]
Salvador Dalí, Composition for "Labyrinth," 1947 i’m looking for something to trigger it the vision of a scene that was wronged by the seizure of a violin, a stolen touch like a carpenter’s hand discerning the contours of a naked jawbone, and a set of feet that stormed a violent hallway while the neck was [...]
Read Part I and Part II of "Sandman Express." III. now, it is time i direct your attention to the twilight of my fantasy, a scene that begins with the skin of a tangerine, a poison green snail, and my hopes of finding an old desert paradise, that tequila-covered oasis made of sun and hay, [...]
take, for example, a man who stood at the foot of a pond, still as a southern peach on the forehead of the afternoon, the soles of his watery sandals fossilized on the banks of course, nothing he did outside that hexagonal courtyard was as i remember it, my sight whitewashed by the temple windows, [...]
