I post unfinished work(s) from time to time, I call them my orphans, sometimes you need to fess up to who you are, I am imminently bad at going back and finishing works, they either finish in the moment… or I abandon them, so here are some of those (just dumping them off on a Saturday night), my hope is someone finds some value in them and maybe inspires them to do something, the underlying inspiration was there… but something else caught my eye and they are just…
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1.28.19 “an ode” oh clear blue sky not even a cloud in sight there is nothing to contain just breathe the even still
2.26.19 (meditation) like a technicolor jellyfish spinning and shimmering, pulsing blasting off with the tail stalk of a nuclear bomb bursting upwards at impossible speed into the out reach atmospheric breach
2.27.19 I was born to be with you but I ruined destiny turned my head on fate and I have never fully recovered and so I dwell
3.17.2019 in discussions with my self on the terms of my psyche inner voices around the table adversarial arbitration a split decision
3.19.19 on a beach ghost crabs are afraid of me
4.19.2019 splinters of spiders made can be mended wholly broken glass can not be repaired only reformed
5.6.2019 I search through my feelings and you are always there I search around my home and you are not there, anymore
notes… that’s it, nothing else tonight. Comments are always appreciated because I can always hear my voice but I need to hear yours…
might I be a bear called to hibernate and have a dream that lasts a season, during that long slumber might I wish for something more to transform to emerge from that cocoon a butterfly and take flight lighter than air above the common ground travel boundless under basking glow, but alas, I will awake as yet still just a bear and onward call to river’s edge on forest tall
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notes… I will from time to time write things about being things/animals, trying to find perspective as it were, this is one of those times, hope you enjoy, and throw me a like or nine…
music… one of my faves… ambient with a bit more purpose, I don’t like pegging music like that, this is electronic and more upbeat than the term “ambient” may suggest… I suggest you dig it… and groove my friends…
“sight“ I remain unnoticed over here residing in the shadow of a vase for the flowers capture eyes
notes… not everything needs to be draped in the majesty of mystery, but even in the simple things, around the corner we can not see, nor anticipate, wood floors, plain paint walls, there in resides mystery and sprinkles of intrigue in the mundane, simplicity
Dye RE: entry #1 (how I color the world and the world colors me) a construction cone made me smile this morning, driving over the snake hill bridge, manhattan on the horizon (said photo for context), I am just this little piece moving through all this madness, and I visualize that I am a thousand feet above looking at the spectacle below, all the moving parts of this little corner of the world, an intersection of conjunctions, in a quasi-parade, it almost looks like cells bustling about in an artery, all moving in some strange sense of unison, this is the way things have to be, with or without me, I am just this little piece in this clockwork existence, am I even alive? does it even matter? so how can I be upset by the little chatter, the small perceived slights that occur to my particular bubble, people cutting me off, someone doing their makeup almost running me into the median, and I look over at the closed lane, you know, the one causing an inferno of frustration among the local inhabitants, and something just washes over me, relief? release? a combination of the intoxication of belief ? perhaps… I just smiled, and felt free, I wish I could bottle the sensation honestly, so pure, and uplifting, I wish I could reside in that space for awhile longer, the freedom or realization of perception, being out of myself but yet fully aware, and I feel it now just some fifteen minutes past, but yet as I pulled up to my office, I knew it would not last, I tried to hold on, but the familiar pulled down, the doubts and common troubles never left, they just took a seat for a breath, is this what “living in the moment” is? such a vague term I never really pursued to converse with it, but I have to admit, the sense of well being was a sure as the seat I am parked in right now, typing these words.
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post: this morning, after reading an article yesterday, I decided to take a cold shower, well, that is not 100% accurate, I decided to experiment a touch based on the article, the piece dealt with the Wim Hof method, while I am not some yoga/spiritual guru, or adherent to a specific religious belief I am willing to give things a serious listen and the occasional try should it pique my particular interests, since your body dealing with cold is essentially a reflex I thought it might have merit to give it the ole whirl, I mean, after all, a cold shower is not going to kill you, it certainly is not pleasant but many things are not so… what the hell, why not? Let me be the first to say that standing in a really cold shower for two full minutes on it’s face seems like nothing daunting whatsoever, what can I tell you, try it, the response is certainly interesting, your breathing changes dramatically, interesting to see how things happen automatically when you are observing and not just experiencing, I lasted 30 seconds, this is not a contest so I am not gauging results, no medals to be awarded, I am admittedly refreshed this morning, is it just the cold shower? I don’t know but I have to say I feel pretty good today, so I might try it some more.
“has sprung“ my eyes are alight in this may day light so celebrate, and rejoice, my heart bursts blooming in this time of spring so celebrate, the rebirth, my soul is awash in promise planted whispers now call forth from budding branch so celebrate, this time of renewal of growth, of possibility the tide of optimism carried on the wind in the calls of the woods on the grasses of the plains, joyous exposition from within to bear down all walls the explosion of hope upon this earth for this – is spring.
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notes… I am generally a giddy optimist, this would be one of those times, for whatever reason the sun hit my eye the right way, and these words came, as they are, I have been writing more as of late but I don’t have the time to post it all, I’ll get to it, but the funny thing, something I wrote last month seems dated like old milk, maybe because it was in my head fridge for so long it seems mold… life is interesting.
music… going weird on you as usual… this artist is a mix of NIN, techno, chip tunes, metal, and well, all sorts of stuff… so here is a link to the you tube channel:
at this moment the sun is veiled behind a mass of pulled cotton and slowly revealed, in setting an everlasting bulb, I might wish a night wish to witness the super nova that will end all, here at least for at least in that end I will have one more moment to share with you, my love before that great end, with you.
notes… I think we all have fantasies about such, maybe not, but probably, or at least us artistic types, or those of us that live in our head, it is probably better to be an automaton, maybe, I vacillate between wanting to be ignorant and the knowing… but I really don’t have a choice anyway, unless someone bashes me in the head with the proverbial frying pan or age robs me of my rapier whit… I just need to breathe in deep and accept everything, not surrender mind you, but just accept things as they are and concentrate on what I actually have control over… and let go of which I do not.
talk about evolution, I imagine many fans of this band are like WTF? but… they are so good musically and show it here, I like that they have evolved completely away from the start, static is boring, I hate boring…
I saw a black cat cross the path but not the one in front of me a side street still in my view, but I wonder I pause, will my luck fare just the same
notes… I would love to say I am …so… above the odd superstition, but I would be lying, I try to be logical about it but sometimes that is just a scratch you have to itch, perhaps going to lane 12 instead of 13 for EZ-Pass… guilty ! even though I am not a triskaidekaphobiac (truly one of the greatest words in the english vernacular), so this is really a true story in poem form, just me driving home the other night and out of my right eye I spied a black cat (or did I? hmmm?), and somehow this little troll of suspicion of apprehension… of superstition whispered in my ear…
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Music… going with a classic here (and sort of obvious!)
Some Housekeeping notes… I updated my Collections & Series page, linking to my Essays and such, so if you think my poems suck (that’s cool) you can skip to what you like (I am damn accommodating). Also I am in full on Game of Thrones mode on my media page, I tend to write copiously when I am passionate about things. Plus I will review movies/shows you probably never heard of. I have diverse tastes to say the least. So shameless plug #2 (media page!!!). and for the hell of it… more SRV, damn he made that guitar sing, I hope to pull up a chair at his table and have a drink with him when this is all done.
moonlight shoulders silken folds painted toes nestled in bermuda grass like a tree reborn resplendent in your season my love and I will remember you thus with star dust molded into your form mapped upon the sky a constellation forever more my love undying for even after the light of humanity fails there you will be my love among the stars framed around my heart to uplift my soul with the love of light for all time beyond.
the furious duck angered by cartoons stalks the children past the noon and with swift bite may they know and fear bread crumbs to offer distance to appease, do not cross paths oh dear children twixt that ferocious duck, with blood on bill he thinks himself a wolverine a feathered fiend trust my words children and heed them well the ugly duckling cowers no more.
notes… sometimes strange things take possession of my head, I saw a goose, not exactly something so out of the ordinary, my area has quite the many of the canadian variety, but I thought why are geese so damn aggressive and ducks are so… so gosh darn cute, we even put effigies of them in the baths of our children, geese, I get it, the whole foie gras thing (which if you haven’t had it is utterly, decidedly scrumptious but if you investigate how it is generally made… well, you may be an angry mother and stop eating it), so anyway I thought of the transfer of geese aggression into their fowl cousin, the impetus ? how cartoons exploit our poor web footed but feathered friend, I mean think about it, speech impediments (donald), one is out of his mind (daffy), a uber rich one who basically has a pond of money (scrooge mcduck)… I could go on and on about how f’d ducks have been in cartoons… and that lead to this silly little work… and don’t hate me for this (and damn it is catchy)…
written in traffic this morning, this week has been, ahem, arduous in terms of that, just simple things I saw in front of me, it brought me hope in a sense, I hope to share that with you…
(1)
driving, on the fore – the only tree alight with green is not a pine spring has arrived
(2)
“expectation” might I forgive the architect for placing a pigeon atop a highway light post distinct profile hitchcock but not as impressive as a falcon or a hawk
notes… the second one is very ME specific, for some reason I am fixated on birds on lamp posts, I have noticed some birds of prey on them in recent years (and not previously), most birds of prey are super impressive animals really, they are much larger than common birds, at least in these parts, so the contrast is what I was going for here, pigeons are quite common, and not as regal as the top predator, sort of like comparing mullet to a great white, sure, at some level both have aesthetic beauty, but the whites are more impressive as they have barely any fear (besides killer whales, not to go all off tangent on you), anyway, pay attention to the world around, things are there to confound…
Started as a “side band” that wanted to experiment with “Tool” like music (treating Tool’s sound as a genre, interesting). This is off the new album… and man it rules, well, at least to me. Melodic and heavy… I would like to think I hit those notes as a person, probably not… but heck, why not dream while I’m still alive… let me know what you think, I can’t read minds you know (although I pretend)
Shades of My Garden 