Friday, July 30, 2010

It's so bizarre how life's "things" can be simplified to the base
The "things" are often a great deal more complicated when carried out
Each sentence calls for a certain word
Just as each string of memories calls for a certain image
Sea-blue eyes, but blue, not blue-green

The discovery of my constant motion has always been there
Though it has just been unveiled to me recently

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Photograph From S. DeSocio's Old House

We showered with lavender soap
Light streamed in and dipped us in gold
Did you see the fire in the yard?
All of the trees were alight, they had no faces to show
And I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the Earth with you
And I have a red kite;
I'll put you right in it.

Every fresh page is green and all the grass is drunk
Kept trying to catch the same silver bubble, over and over
But that's the point-- I can't
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
Eat all them thirty three candles

He smiled at me and I looked up into his face and he lit up the room

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Interactive Art

Since I've been in India I've shifted my focus
Fluidity presents itself in a clearer complexity

Hold me in direct sunlight
These threads are my veins -
Veins are the roads to memories
Treat accordingly.

Touch me
I am a photograph; or am I capturing it?
You are truly a Power Ranger