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 of secret hands when what [...]
Tag: creativity
Dressing Games
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 [...]
Postcards From a World That Never Happened
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 [...]
The Crossing
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. [...]
Hour of the Sun
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 [...]
Modern Exploration I & II
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
Messengers
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 [...]
The Invitation
My latest experiment in collage art: "The Invitation".
Art of Evolution
now is air and being human speech and so it isn’t small (when at first delicate signs of life) we speak into being what doesn’t exist word, not bone thunder or magic seed but great blue-green sweltering miracle because all life is assembled as wreckage explodes first, then radiates its nearness like the sun mind [...]
Experiments in Monochrome
i. the serpent changes mad galactic fictions of seers and mystics and rock & roll shamans somewhere, a young man is alive and hears himself resisting neither stays nor leaves ii. aura tournament of silence artifacts of love hidden in an empty room with only vague notions of what must be saved iii. naked backstreet [...]
