billyfivecrows

for Emily Dickenson

Thick flight through fierce disorder.
Your spirit was naive hand, a lace
Of illusion. Lock spoke of vaccum,
How nothing binds along the metaphors
Of frailty, litmus of meaning

Is death. (Now the malleable milestones
Morph into monsters of thought. Strange
Moon of absent semen, glowing like
The blood of a candle, your name

Like a bell made of paper...)

Scene 1: A deaf man shouts into a cave, longing for an echo.

No other scene. Barely an act.

(On the other side of never, butterflies
Rudely compete with gods. Arcs gauge

Where the mirror repays its favors.

Save yourself a circuit, and close your eyes.

Ears glow, embarassed so

At least there's blood

And the pressure

Of rushing...)

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I should be in bed,...
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Voiceover says "I am prison"

Silence says (...)


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Nice day.

Painting. Larger canvases for 'the beekeepers apprentice'

The pinnacle of the series will be 8 feet square, acrylic and enamel on wood. (Or maybe canvas...I found some 8 ft stretchers and reasonably priced canvas. Plus it could be rolled up and transported easier.)


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Reading:

'In search of Duende' -Lorca

A treatise on the...
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Sweetly sad. Sometimes that's enough, but others

Wish upon stars and return with heartfuls of flame.

As for human help, angels learn of deadly gaze.

There's a shape to something wingless that turns

The hand to murder. Please believe, I'm not engrossed

I just want to understand. The conjurer of shadow

Is a sheltered bird. The puzzle endures the surge.

'Blackout' is surf turned negative...
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for Louise Bourgeois

Rest in peace while still alive.

Dialectic in the brawn,

Absence fully present.

(What is the sculpture
Of truancy? Not watered
Down, sewn with
Cents; lucrative pyre:

"Seduce. Hide. Be Loved.")

Fillament is both
Beginning and end. Thread

Connects end-to-end

Tiny fire in the
Middle...

Rest in peace while still alive.



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Wonderful article about this woman's new work in this months'...
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"...thing is...you don't have to give a shit..."

Several stomping melodies make one beauty.

(The man judging stunts wont believe it.

I lie in the grip of nipple or the steam of hound. Stem

In several pieces. Jigsaw Osiris. Still, the circus comes:

Rubber and ice; decoy egg; garden hidden under split

Space. Bikini like a granite scarf. There's a lake

Burning on a mountain....
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We're calling a plumber.

Low-key afternoon.

Hi Qi afternoon.

Well, after yesterdays Keystone Cops meets Modern Artist debacle, it's time to finally install the new bathroom sink. Wish me luck me lovelys!!!!

I've never done it, but it looks as easy as speaking Greek while eating a banana, so I'm not worried.

More later...

Later:

Hugging the Porcelain God.

Man this is tough. But...Tom Sawyer effect. I've got others doing it! Not completely, but...
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Oh joyous day! After several days of thick, humid, hot-hot-hot, dark-stormy-rainy gloom...a beautiful day! Barely clouds most of the morning, bright yellow sunlight, kids playing in the circle, good times! Well, we decided not to do any work on the inside of the house today, take some time off to rest.

A few days ago, being away from studio and anticipating a serious painting jones,...
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undersamesky

Distance learns division
Is times' confession to silence

Closer to heart than vow.

I'd say of the sun
I'd say it's far away
But it's the life of everything.
Anima, even winter.

Now it's said there's
Ice on the moon
But I don't see it

Looking from here to there

Conversion of image into warm soul.





from my book 'undersamesky'

(don't) wait

Vuja-De: The feeling that none of this has ever happened before.