Big Dreams, paper collage, 2020 neither is real. the nectar or the god the eye that plunges us into the storm like a bunch of savage, lonely children the truth is some miracles are dangerous the totalitarian revolutions of winter whispers and watercolors quaint maiden fields like a prayer for unjustified time or a mending [...]
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 10/15/20 Something magical about the moments between wakefulness and sleep. A time of vivid, free-floating images, words, phrases. I get some of my best creative ideas then—just before drifting off to sleep or upon waking. Rollo May talks about this phenomenon in The Courage to [...]
I went into last weekend with big ambitions. I had a list of blog posts to work on, lines of poetry that needed honing, expanding, art that needed making. And as it often happens when I've got multiple projects to work on, I spent two days bouncing back and forth between them all and completing [...]
someone lives here on the other side of the valley longing for horses, interstates silicone cathedrals and other streams of lost sensation. in the mirror, real life seems impossible. intense, erotic and spiraling like a swollen river. he peers out, another object in a room, somewhere in borrowed space, leaping and dancing with soft delight. [...]
Before We Grow Old nostalgia no more than longing for words The Pilgrimage
under the hour of the sun it is said, we once again connect our ancient souls with the dawn red deserts & midsummer highways all that is green, no all that is treacherous & golden frantic like a subterranean storm do you hear the birds retreating? the slim dry dawn slips over our shoulders we [...]
I got a fresh batch of 1970s-1990s National Geographic magazines in last week and finally made some time to rifle through them. These collages, titled "Modern Exploration I & II," were assembled on a two-page ad for the 1998 Chevy Tahoe. Modern Exploration I Modern Exploration II
life is proof of what lies beneath of time? no. messengers, engaged in godlike transformation upstairs, in a room upstairs, in a magic (mystic) space there, by the dunes sleek, orgiastic & frayed the first wild thrash of dawn he is young, not pretty, using words or sacrifice at last a light ascends how do we [...]
My latest experiment in collage art: "The Invitation".
I find myself in a curious position. You see, I’ve been considering deleting The Used Life, or at least, making it private. I haven’t told anyone that until now, but I’m just not deriving as much enjoyment from the blog as I have in the past. I’m not as engaged. More importantly, I don’t feel [...]
