July 2009
4 posts
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unlearning
how is that every time i start to write with an intent to write i start to word by word forget. i will type, i will write on yellowed notebook page i will scrawl into the very earth but no matter where i write it will stop hiccups one word a minute i would fail as a secretary. the only stories i finish are haikus written in condensation on my bathroom mirror they fade away leaving no words but...
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city lights
I watch you I see you move imperceptibly I know I see I watch People stare seeing parts seeing one glowing orb spreading from a pinprick somewhere deep within radiating smooth unassuming clear they stare and they think they see you solid unwavering I see you I see your whole being you struggle to maintain it you flicker here and there you pulse with life I see that you are alive veins of light...
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east and hudson
We get on well with bridges,
you and I.
We need them in our lives.
Our constant search for lights dancing between dark below
and dark above and
glowing overwhelming civilisation on either side.
We are the bridge between
two sides pulling apart, the bridge
gets a little longer every day
like a glacier slowly encroaching upon a valley.
We are the bridge across a harbour mouth
the beginning of...
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introducing the experiment...
A wise musician has in recent times blogged about the necessity of a return to the patronage form of artist payment in order to keep art happening in this day and age. She was referring principally to the music industry, and the way that it has changed and been reshaped by the Dawning Of The Internet, but I’m pretty sure that the same basic idea can be applied to most areas of ‘art’.
That’s where...