the eyes of all mankind Whether seen or listened for from a mountain top over city sunset battered and sometimes torn still bears the minutes of splendor If you were stranger after another across the Western sky I'm learning that I very much enjoy making poetry out of the stuff of everyday life--cardboard and vintage [...]
Forest Above, Forest Below, paper collage, 2020 we’re all barefoot in time wandering as if old things really do come back from this, everything follows: the moon becomes ecstatic the sky changes its name (laughing, knowing) will these names and faces ever come again? where fingers brush the metal best of man and seed
The Cave I had a difficult time naming this post. That's probably because I wasn't sure how to tie these collages together (and I couldn't bring myself to use Postcards From a World That Never Happened twice). Portraits from a...Pictures from a...Scenes from a... Funny. Every time the phrase Scenes from a... popped into my [...]
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 [...]
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
My latest experiment in collage art: "The Invitation".
My latest experiment in collage art: Untitled, Cosmic Highway. Wishing you all a groovy weekend.
well, in the beginning, i can tell you were the politics of madness worship of smog & wealth & machines fragments from the birth of a solar system the stuff that’s summoned in temples pharmaceuticals deep sea calculations & the self was a strange object see & speak & breathe obedience the passengers on the [...]