Sunday, August 02, 2015

#294 Par un belle fin d'après-midi





Premonition or preparedness
or perhaps a personal per-
spective. Even at a young
age, even on holiday at a
chateaux in the Alps, sitting
on the granite balcony during
a beautiful late afternoon, the
members of Manet's family in-
evitably impress by a readiness
to address Death & their dress
sense when they're doing so.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

#293 Le Pont d'Heraclite

Everything flows, no-
thing abides, eyesight
is a lying sense, wrote
Heraclitus long before
he'd seen the Magritte.

So, is this a painting of
an optical llusion, or an
example of the chemical
process known as sublim-
ation? A pipedream that

the bridge is incomplete,
or a solid transformed to
the vapor state without
ever passing through the
liquid? Doesn't seem to

worry Heraclitus either
way. Couples are things
whole & not whole, what
is drawn together & what is
drawn asunder, he posits.

Then, more in keeping with
the theme, he notes that
much water has passed
under the bridge & just hap-
pened to rub half of it away.


Monday, July 06, 2015

#292 The Conqueror










Trees rise, dunes
fall. Nothing takes
the fancy of the

man in the tux &
fancy shirt. He's
board, is bored,

doesn't know the
first thing about
how to conquer it.


Monday, June 29, 2015

#291 The Truth In Her Jasmine Bouquet








The dunce's hat comes from the tops of the towers where Euclid walked.

A kernel of wheat falls to the ground & dies.

Dreaming of pickles denotes vexation in love but final triumph.

One must have a huge amount of money to extinguish the fumes of the false Renaissance.

Hiring a private detective may be one way to go.

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

#290 La Femme Cachée



In the last pages
of Breton's Nadja
he has moved on
from the eponymous
subject & is ad- & un-
dressing another, un-

named, woman who
has "taken his heart."
To him a replaceable
object. Idealized but
essentially unnoticed.
Hidden, in forest or not.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

#289 La Grande Famille


birds
are made
from the air

Monday, May 25, 2015

#288 A Little of the Bandits’ Soul

I applaud main-
stream dystopia—
that depiction of
personal & collective
suffering in modern
Chinese novels or a
new Japanese gothic
stenchcore band

with female voice.
Perspective is a funny
thing, a little iron cot
hanging to the side
of the stone wall in a
manner that's executed
with a little more soul
in its synthesizing.

The very latest in
wood & gas fire-
place options plays
titanic crust tunes
with some very
well placed cello.
When does Indie
stop being Indie?

Monday, May 04, 2015

#287 Freedom of Mind






Big pipe. Low price.
No data caps. Leave
anytime. It's almost

a recap of a Sons of
Anarchy
episode—the
new moon, a half-naked

woman, with some sort
of avatar, a pipe-dream,
clenched in her hand.


Sunday, April 12, 2015

#286 Pandora's Box

The rose waits beside the
man. Or. Maybe moves
beside him if the man is
walking across the bridge.
Twilight. The man is
wrong. The street lamps

are on. Or. Perhaps the city
is on fire & the lamps are
off. The rose is white. The
man is wrong. No matter
which brother. If Prometheus—
brought fire. Now waits to

see how his gift is taken. The
lamps are off. The man is
wrong. If the other brother—
Pandora's husband. Her
beauty given to him. A jar.
The lid ajar. The gift is

mothbite, fresh horror re-
leased, by a woman's hand.
But a second visit. The man
releases hope. & man-made
myth. Apple fallen far from
its original tree. History re-

written as his story. The man
is wrong. Is patriarchal, is
parody. Is intended to
disguise there was no evil
given by the original creator.
Gaia, the Giver of All Gifts.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

#285 Presence of Mind










Neither fish nor

fowl, am some-

where in between

Friday, March 20, 2015

#284 À La Rencontre Du Plaisir

Griot is troubadour, 
   West African, live 
    archive of traditions, 
      much like the 
        medieval minstrel. 

Grelot is bell—jingle-, 
  sleigh-. Usually 
    small, unlike the one
      depicted here. Is
        a mystery why 

the bowler-hatted 
  man is focused on 
    it since it has no 
      mystery. The man's 
        shadow stands be-

hind the curtain, 
  looks in a different 
    direction, absorbs
      the atmosphere. He
        will sing about it. 

          Later.