Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Do More, Be More.
Like oil-slicked gears, we are urged to do more, create more, buy more, work more efficiently, work faster, more like machines...
And like synthetic organs, machines are tweaked to be more, to be more resilient, more encompassing, more user friendly, intelligent and flexible, more like man.
We are all of us caught in the storm.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Collage Poems
Tactility –
the malleability of words
and the mindless
crafting of them, snipped
from pages
and stitched
together
whole
in a brand new way.
“collage poems”
[yes, the title’s last. A braver writer would add, “Fuck off” or “So what?” I simply let the sparkle come into my eye and the words “poetic license” slip through my mind.]
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Beneath the Glamour
So, today is a day of shadows and fog, not outside the window, but behind the eyes. No collage. Just a poem. Note the nerdy UU and Who references.
“Beneath the Glamour”
Something comes in the silence,
Something we are not prepared to face.
Our eyes can’t see the thing that
comes in the in-between
hovering.
A ghost?
No, not so
little substance,
I’m afraid.
Somewhere I heard the word
“Oversoul” – like weeping angels,
we bare ourselves open,
rendering a circle
condemned.
There is a cough,
a little laugh,
and then
It pulls back
into the heartbeats,
the tides of our diaphragms.
Shivering wingbeats ripple our flesh
with goosebumps binding the
Whispers, our breath.
“Beneath the Glamour”
Something comes in the silence,
Something we are not prepared to face.
Our eyes can’t see the thing that
comes in the in-between
hovering.
A ghost?
No, not so
little substance,
I’m afraid.
Somewhere I heard the word
“Oversoul” – like weeping angels,
we bare ourselves open,
rendering a circle
condemned.
There is a cough,
a little laugh,
and then
It pulls back
into the heartbeats,
the tides of our diaphragms.
Shivering wingbeats ripple our flesh
with goosebumps binding the
Whispers, our breath.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
Collage Musings: A New Journey
Where did those three years go? They may have gone by without a post, but so much has happened. I've experimented more with artwork and poetry. This is a book of collage musings I made last year - no Photoshop or anything, just my own two hands, scissors, paper, and magazines. Each post for the next few months will be a page or pages from this book, Moonbeam Dreams. The creative force behind them has kept me going through some of the toughest years of my life. Enjoy these works, and give me credit where credit is due if you choose to share.
Be safe and warm and just a little bit wildly adventurous.
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