(biographical dead)
1.
She walks American, cur chirping
On ass-end of satellite.
Ribbons of wrist, fingers backward;
Scent acid-floral; green
Feet, red mud, blood and dirt.
(I went inside,
Or inside
Came to me. Dogs
In the echo
Of moon, a dead
Bald, baby
Bird, a shape
Like
Elderly
Neck
To a hangman
Mouth agape
At knots of reason...)
2.
We can discuss our misery
If we've earned it
We can forget our misery
If we try
3.
We'll say 'shy', simply converted
From dangerous sleep
Into safety of boredom
Now evoked omnipotent.
(The anonymous send antidote to ego.
As faint as possible, faces
Converse to imagination
Bare obscenity in
A circle of
Blindness. Ugly
To know the ghost
Has a preference for life...)
***
Good painting the last two days. Two canvases for "The Flight of the Arctic Hummingbird" series, but ran into a snag on a third. Ah well, good thing about acrylic...you can slop some white paint on it and start all over. (Some texture from the previous layer showing through. It's never a waste of paint. The last layer guides the next, even if it's largely obscured.)
Found the drawings for the 'Don Juan Matus' transparencies.
Time to do that series soon. Dig up the opaque projector and jump right in...
Beginning editing of 'Undersamesky'
It's my first book-length collection, and it's great. I need a publisher.
***
reading:
Break On Through- The Life and Death of Jim Morrison.
The Woman Who Fell From the Sky- Joy Harjo
In Touch (The Letters of Paul Bowles)
A Legacy of Truth, Great Minds That Made Great Lives
-Kennedy Schultz
listening to:
Amnesiac- Radiohead
Heathen- David Bowie
Selected Ambient Works vol. 2- Aphex Twin
Smoking alot of organic tobacco. Drinking alot of sweet, iced green and black tea.
Short, pinpoint meditation(s).
Hair straight, low humidity.
New denim jacket, but it's still too hot in Georgia.
It looks great
I can't wait...
1.
She walks American, cur chirping
On ass-end of satellite.
Ribbons of wrist, fingers backward;
Scent acid-floral; green
Feet, red mud, blood and dirt.
(I went inside,
Or inside
Came to me. Dogs
In the echo
Of moon, a dead
Bald, baby
Bird, a shape
Like
Elderly
Neck
To a hangman
Mouth agape
At knots of reason...)
2.
We can discuss our misery
If we've earned it
We can forget our misery
If we try
3.
We'll say 'shy', simply converted
From dangerous sleep
Into safety of boredom
Now evoked omnipotent.
(The anonymous send antidote to ego.
As faint as possible, faces
Converse to imagination
Bare obscenity in
A circle of
Blindness. Ugly
To know the ghost
Has a preference for life...)
***
Good painting the last two days. Two canvases for "The Flight of the Arctic Hummingbird" series, but ran into a snag on a third. Ah well, good thing about acrylic...you can slop some white paint on it and start all over. (Some texture from the previous layer showing through. It's never a waste of paint. The last layer guides the next, even if it's largely obscured.)
Found the drawings for the 'Don Juan Matus' transparencies.
Time to do that series soon. Dig up the opaque projector and jump right in...
Beginning editing of 'Undersamesky'
It's my first book-length collection, and it's great. I need a publisher.
***
reading:
Break On Through- The Life and Death of Jim Morrison.
The Woman Who Fell From the Sky- Joy Harjo
In Touch (The Letters of Paul Bowles)
A Legacy of Truth, Great Minds That Made Great Lives
-Kennedy Schultz
listening to:
Amnesiac- Radiohead
Heathen- David Bowie
Selected Ambient Works vol. 2- Aphex Twin
Smoking alot of organic tobacco. Drinking alot of sweet, iced green and black tea.
Short, pinpoint meditation(s).
Hair straight, low humidity.
New denim jacket, but it's still too hot in Georgia.
It looks great
I can't wait...
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I'll interpret my dream in my next entry, for anyone who's curious.
The image at the bottom is a close-up of a Tau symbol painted by Saint Francis himself. He used it everywhere he went, and recommended to others that they use it. It's a very mysterious and profound image. T
Selected Ambient Works vol. 2 is one of my favourite albums of all time, has been since I was about 18. A number of the tracks on there I think of as the pinnacle of music, even beyond the classical stuff I know.
I know how you feel about wanting the cold weather to come so you can wear your jacket; I'm dying to wear my new sweater.