PICTURES of OTHER things

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The shadows defined what I only imagined : the swinging towards a strange completion in light and structure

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

This then alone makes sense - all else that we see, and else that we do, fades by comparison.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

'Only one cavernous heart can name these unsettled things come to rest. The love of the beast, the vast colors of all the cosmos. We must have understanding of these items too?'

Friday, April 15, 2011

'I designate my Mandalay to you. It is really nothing more than that - a time and a place on a fair and simple planet.'

'I've a notion to be heard, or be gone. Running fleet and swift along some dull horizon.'

Saturday, November 27, 2010

'I have arrived like this from nowhere special - another place, perhaps, but one still within the confines of all your dead reasons and thoughts.'

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'Carrying high the forte, the unblemished currency of fun and directness. Just think of it!'

Sunday, October 10, 2010

'In a secret occlusion of mind with the cosmos, everything came to be, just right and at the temporal moment agreed upon : the wide Heavens, and all below.'

'As in a mind of unhappy logic...everything like my own. Revelry; a stupid carnival!'

Sunday, July 11, 2010

'Whatever the nature of the situation, it came with its own time-test. A vague suggestion of a sexuality denoting continuity and the richness of nature's fecundity. I thought I saw something, but I was unable to place whatever it was, and why.'

'As such, the opportunities of my youth were all lost; crowded out, squeezed.'

‎'Half-light, ghost-light, blue-light. Light of the eyes and light of the mind. Grid of the reason and wilder grid of the imagination. Glass of the mind, vision of the heart. I see all these things, facing forward, facing back. Illuminated by all that ever was, and all that ever shall be. Ever."'

Monday, July 05, 2010

'Mysteries? I've known so many mysteries. Mysteries of light and time, and place and person - things recalled which then fall away. Where was I, where had I already been?'

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'Why wouldn't I have things for you? After all, the road, everywhere, is filled with mementos of this or that.'

Saturday, July 03, 2010

'Everything, I've noticed, speaks of itself as if it were to remain forever. Even the most temporary things take a position of some eternal formation in the minds and the eyes of those who pass by. We give them names These numbing messages, clash, running back and forth (around us and through) everywhere.'

'Within the smiling filigree of good intentions stands the entryway to Art: That science no one knows, that elation no one (really) feels.'

'Notions, like ideas, like dreams, like clouds - rugged as old brick, but yet falling down. What withstands the test of time as we ourselves do?'

Saturday, May 29, 2010

'My dark-light picture, a Braille-storm of texture. The passing sun wilts by.'

Friday, May 28, 2010

'Just another incongruous ending, one replete with conclusions and colors.'

'Unexpectedly, even I am here waiting for you to show. It bears little resemblance, this waiting, to being forced to stay somewhere. An outside glance alone will tell you what I mean. Dangling, just like this, all for the sake of happiness.'

Thursday, April 22, 2010

'No respite, no reprieve. I saw everything as it were : vivid as a kestrel, winding, or steadfast as a learned scholar, learning. We experience the image, though we remain outside of it.'

'I swear to sit still and not listen to you. My many bad ideas have had me locked up in glass. No matter now. I'm still free, not stillborn.'

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

'Yes, yes, I was made for you.'

'I felt I had surprised the street-life before me by breaking into it and entering it at its own pace. No one looked up, and, really, I saw little. It all went on around me. Each moment, with its own life, went forward.' Philadelphia, 4.17.10

'I had to face an idea, one made of time and memory. Split by the harsh whiteness of reality, things fell to either side -- either the real had made me, or I had made the unreal. One factor needed the controls.'

'This was not a dreamscape; this was real life - the heavy, drawn sky, the flat, planar incline, and - yes - the weird figures cresting the hill. What they were was all they were not. To recreate this moment, I knew, even with words, would ever be impossible. Yet, I give it now to you.' Arneytown, NJ