Category: Art
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 3
My Career as a Wage-slave – Continued… At Airflex, I’d been making around $12.50/hr as a layout inspector/machinist/machine programmer. All my attempts at finding another similar factory job were in vain. None offered me more than a $10-11/hr income. With my growing family and the inflation of the time, that was disheartening. So, I rethought…
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Beats Antique
I frequently listen to music while I’m writing or painting. These are the results of one such occasion… Beats Antique bass note shakes the houselike distant thunder rumblingeerie hollow violin stringsscratchy vibrationstaut bow slowly draggedacross themexotic finger cymbalsand toe-bellsrhythmically accentthe oboe and saxlyre-strings plucking outthe counterpointpainting a dreamy sceneIn the sound of athousand faces in…
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Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Hereby Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tellHeaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?Can you tell a green field from a cold steel railA smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghostsHot ashes for trees, hot air for…
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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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The Loop – The Tucson Side
The Loop – The Tucson Side two days after a recordmonsoon rainfallthe Santa Cruz was stillfairly full and rapidly flowingto the Gila, more than60 miles north of Tucson a blue-gray cloudy daywith Sol poking rays throughin intricate, ladder-like patternsbacked by verdant greensdried-grass tans and yellow-cappedBrittlebush side-glance gleams the breeze was brisk andrefreshing, while theatmosphere hung…
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Flying High
Flying High a hawk spirals up over theusually dry Santa Cruzwith its receding flood watersflowing down to the norththe legacy of this weeksmonsoons fanning its wings andgliding out over the freshlymoistened hunting groundsalert to any prey tempted toventure out to relieve the parchof another scorching day the morning sun glints offthe flowing watertwisting and turning…
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Normal – Gettin’ By
Normal – Gettin’ By Just a normal morningPleasant breezes after a nightOf wind and thunderstormsMonsoon season in full swing Wage-slaves heading off to theirChain gangs, hamster-wheels, andThankless retail and corporate mazesEyes fixed on a hoped for normal weekend Just another normal morning, withNormal partisan vitriolNormal gun violenceNormal elite greed and ruthlessness Normal social deafness of…
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Love Universal
Love Universal compassion and empathyconsciousness, a waverippling through the multiverse while regenerating all aspects of beingknowledge, wisdom, and creative expressionin the eternal present … now openly experiencing it all … now –LE – 7/8/24
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Sorcery Is Us
Sorcery Is Us we’re all would-be mageschoosing our words carefullyto achieve desired effectscreating spells and incantations sorcerers selecting words and phrasescarefully using poetic devicesrhyme, alliteration, and metaphorto conjure power and much more the very invention of languagesbut human sorceries, rendered incantationscreated societies and civilizationsgenocides and desertifications homo sapiens innate predatory natureexpressed in languages, lethal products…
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Guilt
Guilt, like ‘sin’, is the invention of society, of the human mind. It is NOT spiritual truth nor mandated by a god, whatever you perceive that god to be… merely human inventions, just like the rest of human society. –LE Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves were convinced…
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