We come with no knowledge to this place and share nothing with each other of the essential key that grows inside us like a living being, limned in gold, far more precious than the blatant, bleating answers we all seek, and seeking, sometimes find. That essence is more powerful than any knowledge gained or lost,…Read more Connection and Peace.
https://youtu.be/808nTiXLam8 I’m still in this place. Sometimes it seems I never leave. * Gallery, 2014 Imagine, if you will a gallery piece installed, a row of plants at progressing stages of growth, lined up in pots and flash-frozen in time, breathing cold puffs, crystalline almost synthetic. Imagine also the moment the exhibit starts to disintegrate, freeing gouged…Read more Grey
I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied masochist at heart(less), doomed to miserable inaction for the rest of my days. I do not dedicate myself as I should, as I need. . . There’s a…Read more The Ever-Processing Machine
Further Always )i’ve a notion tonight that there’s a further way to live than i do, and that it is far from impossible to live. i’ve always believed so, but this feeling tonight is like rubber on the road, like violets peeking out of soil, like music from strings of gut — organic and all…Read more Musingly, Further
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i. my ink Grows greenly in the deep blue Sea of (V a s t, this)night, sending roots down deep, tendrils up and out -- a r OUnD in anticipation of the break (ing of soil,) of dawn and s w e e t a i r ---| but for now, Rest. Satisfied in soily…Read more my ink_
don't feel like turning myself on my head just to look at the world with new eyes. to see it all through glass or crystal, doesn't matter. burning lava or glowing rubies set in silver -- my heart is blank and empty because everything is(n't) good just the way it is(n't) and that's the way…Read more Matter.