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An Afternoon With Monet
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Society, Travel, tagged bird, bloom, blue, boat, bob, book, brush, butterfly, cadmium, cloud, composition, creation, dance, demeanor, drank, dream, drip, easiness, enthusiasm, esteem, eyes, face, feather, flag, flight, flutter, free, garden, gaze, gentle, glide, grow, guest, heavy, horizon, hover, how, human, immortal, lake, landscape, lawn, live, loveliness, manicure, memoir, mirror, Monet, mountain, ochre, paint, palette, peace, picture, poem, poetry, pool, pot, prairee, prince, prominence, quiet, quite, reflection, regal, remembrance, reverie, ripple, sashay, sea, secret, see, seem, shiver, show, silence, silver, sit, small, soft, solitary, solitude, soul, spirit, sprig, still, stroke, sun, sweet, take, together, torment, touch, tress, undisturbed, usher, verdant, walk, way, welcome, wild, wind, wood, wve on February 23, 2012 | 4 Comments »
I met Monet in his princely demeanor, among the manicured lawn and the secret garden grows its verdant sprigs and tresses, wild and free in the prairie. Butterfly flutters paint palette hovering bloom after bloom. Solitude drips in cadmium and ochre sun sitting prominently, potted and composed, regal and undisturbed. A gentle touch of [...]
Skid Marks
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Sports/ Leisure, Technology, Travel, tagged art, body, broken, burn, chase, create, criss-cross, direction, fade, freedom, going, hard, heat, hug, infinite, kind, leaving, life, line, loop, machine, poetry, press, shift, sky, soul, speed, steel, surrender, togetherness, traces, poem, master, tattoo, tyre, skid, marks, cradle, asphalt, coming, rugged, indelible, suffocate, raw, savage, carefree on February 22, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Not a soul passes by but me cradled on this steel machine hugging the asphalt hard chase the broken lines fading into the infinite sky. I see the tyre burning marks like tattoos criss-crossing, shifts of directions of going and coming into your life. A rugged kind of art you have mastered with [...]
Counterpoints and Movements
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Society, Travel, tagged ache, applause, approach, autumn, awakening, beat, blank, bone, breeze, careful, counterpoint, crotchets, dream, drop, ember, enter, fill, forgotten, glide, halt, harmony, hear, heard, hush, imagination, inspiration, leaves, locomotion, love, melody, minims, movement, muse, night, octave, out, own, pace, part, pause, pavement, peace, play, poem, poetry, pulse, quavers, rain, remember, reminder, rest, restless, rhythm, rustle, semibreves, serenade, sharp, shift, silence, skin, slow, smooth, soul, sound, space, stave, step, tempo, thunder, tonight, touch, train, trickle, under, unfamiliar, weight, white on August 26, 2011 | 12 Comments »
Imagine yourself playing the part. The melody in a slow tempo touching the white bones in mine. The blank spaces glide filling the staves into octaves where rhythms of silence are aching to be heard. The approaching train in locomotion slowly halting to a rest and the muse steps out in a sudden hush. [...]
Montage From A Stow-away
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Relationships, Religion, Society, Travel, tagged across, autumn, away, blow, blur, breeze, bury, cadence, can, card, cell, change, crest, cursives, dead, deck, diner, distance, drown, ear, ebb, fade, fall, feel, free, gentle, heart, hum, jack, king, know, land, leaves, letter, lost, mad, man, mask, melancholy, migration, montage, moon, new, old, paint, past, pocketbook, poem, poet, poetry, prairie, print, remembrance, rhythm, rough, salmon, sand, scribbles, search, season, sense, september, settle, shamble, shuffle, soul, sound, spade, speak, stars, stow-away, sun, swim, table, think, time, tin, trade, trap, tune, tyke, undisturbed, uneasy, unfamiliar, vagabond, wind, world on July 4, 2011 | 18 Comments »
I can feel it now across this table in the old diner of this no man’s land, The sound of shuffling deck of cards. Or is it the leaves in autumn falling in September- that he will remember? Do you know what it feels like to be buried in cans and tins of paint, [...]
Decoupage
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Film, Haiku, Literature, Memoirs, Poetry, Relationships, Society, tagged air, alone, ancient, back street, bread, bronze, cafe, ceiling, certain, chair, city, cold, conversation, corner, crowd, crumb, cup, cushion, decoupage, distant, dust, empty, exchange, fade, failure, forget, free, glass, glimpse, grasp, hours, jaded, leather, life, memory, midnight, morning, nakedness, new, old, One, outside, paint, past, peel, period, pigeon, poem, poetry, porcelain, quarter, quiet, share, shed, sheen, silver, single, skin, something, soul, stale, story, strange, stretch, sunrise, table, tatter, teacup, teaspoon, things, tinge, two, vintage, voice, wallpaper, walls, warmth, windows, worn-out, young on December 18, 2010 | 12 Comments »
In the old quarter of the city, in the nakedness of the cold walls of this back street. I sit alone, outside. Here. In the almost empty corner of the café. Looking beyond many mornings distant, from the crowd. There is something. In the stale morning air that reminds me of one strange midnight. [...]
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Whiteness Of Being
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Relationships, Religion, Science, Social Commentary, Society, Travel, tagged able, acceptance, afloat, albeit, all, ambiguous, approach, art, become, being, blur, broken, call, canvas, common, completeness, confident, contain, creation, crumple, darkness, definition, destiny, dictate, difference, discover, distance, dot, doubt, down, dream, dry, dust, eraser, Film, flaw, fragile, friend, get, gleam, glister, graphite, great, heart, heavy, hope, horizon, immaculate, immortality, indentation, indirect, jag, keep, know, let, light, lightness, line, live, living, mark, matter, mess, mold, mosaic, move, new, noise, notice, only, own, page, paper, peace, plate, poem, poetry, quite, reality, repeat, rinse, see, seek, seem, separation, shadow, sink, smear, smudge, soap, soil, someone, something, soul, space, stall, still, stop, strive, subside, sud, surface, swipe, throw, toward, trace, try, unbroken, uncompromise, unsplintered, unwaver, visible, visual, wait, wash, water, way, white, whole, work, write, you on January 31, 2012 | 4 Comments »
It’s like a white plate. Soiled and you try to wash it afloat with suds of soap and rinse repeatedly at the sink. Letting it dry and wait until the film of water subsides down into its gleamy surface. You try to contain the glister. The immaculateness of being unbroken, unsplintered. Fragile. It’s like [...]
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