Sunday, May 7, 2017

Fraying reality holding it all together

1. Moving into this virtual age of semi reality, it seems surprisingly insularly the collegiate role is taking in censoring and discouraging 4th demential dialogue and how that is effecting us in this 3rd demential space. 

2. You mention it's nice that younger individuals are stepping up to fill leadership roles. 

3.The distaste and unease created by tying up one of the most traditional forms with the tinder used to start the exceptionally long fire needed to achieve the effects,  should be the topic on everyone's mind unless we are all going to be swallowed up bt the simulated reality of this frayed reality that everyone wishes would just go away. 

4.This every increases disposable society fueled by instagram art where everyone with a cell phone believes that they are an artist,  is why I feel tangible art that is focused around 4th dimensional thinking is extremely important in defining the reality that we are a part of. 

5. Particularly with dorthia lange and the way her work was twisted, censored,  and used for propaganda is a powerful argument for  why institutions of higher learning should be championing the tangible incorruptible expressions of reality. 

6. As the older generations of censorship move on to the last  stages of experiences,  and people ask what happened to critical thinking, I hope that someone will have the courage to say that it just seemed to make everyone uncomfortable and so we built another franchise on top.  

7. The amount of life exchanged to create the work that is appropriate and needed to save the suburban existence cannot be carried by one person alone especially in the midst of such opposition. 

8.The condescending manner of interrupting and speaking over me during our "conversation" is not a very respectful way of thanking someone for putting on shows and attempting to revitalize a dying organization.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

The turtle announces

in the storm  from the  ash and smoke, the dragon comes down
seeking her approval , The koi Present their beauty,
Each scale reflecting a lifetime of choices
A colony of consciousness rejecting the simulation
Abandoning Cities of soot and sunder
Projecting through her shell, she announces:

welcome home time tourist ; warmth waiting inside.

She proclaims:
Where is the proof that you are awake?

The nose squeaks and whimpers dreaming the future sorrow of the end

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Splitting wood

Firing through the night
exhausting fight with bone cold
Splitting slivers from the whole
Catching a vein and running wide
a ladder Connecting now to later
Splitting time down the middle
Missing rungs from the bottom
Finding another way. 

Monday, November 7, 2016

Embers

Smoldering moldy fumes billow Hills of heat
Seeking high ground clinging Hungry hands
Passing aging lovers Queuing forms Rising floods

Catching drips that
Tappies carry away
Creating rules
Forming into pieces

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Fallen gather in murky ponds

Two great and frothing armies
Opposed and facing each other
Roaring silence

Motionless standing present
Battling victorless,
Monks measuring weighted words
Looking across
Negotiating deaf
Seeing only alien
Opposed for all time

Gathering shapes

Speaking in echoes across the void,
To the gathering shapes below
A smiling sloth seeks shining light  speaking deliberately slow:
- with these lips, calling out to those who listen. 
-with these toes exploring unknown forces
-With these fingers shaping flame into something new,
Waking once again,
Squinting through  murky fluid
Breathing through the long long stem
holding the seed tightly in teeth
Swarming schools of color
Circling once more
The original words form. 
Solidifying  the diving force
Dripping  cold life
Smiling just because.

Monday, October 31, 2016

SATOR singularity dome

She is ancient beauty , glowing dome in the night, 
Approaching slowly,  clawing deep impressions dragging through the muck.
To be bronzed for posterity. 
Carrying SATOR dome on her back  frozen lightning full of Lumens 
flashing winking smirks in passing. 

She looks everyone directly in the eye.
"Give me your old,  tired, and  worn.  I guarantee, in me,  a far better place;  beyond your wildest dreams.  "

The word is drafting  lonely sticks and twigs into pairs around the edges of the derelict pond. 

Retired custodians waiting to depart from polished station comfort.