Category: Art
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A Red Sky
A Red Sky A red sky drippingoozing bloodbackdrop ofsocietycivilization progressive pretensecrusted andsmothered indisease ashblackish grayishpoverty deathdestroying everynatural thing ittouches vaunted techno-progress dealingdeath efficientlyprofoundlyinexorably Earth’s progenyfeed – declinecloth – declinehouse – declinewe’ve chosen asixth major extinctionfor greed’s sakefor profitfor ‘progress’ humanity but a virusblight on Terrafirmawhich will remainonce we’re allgone – justiceno more norless than wedeserve…
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The Inlaid Box
The Inlaid Box with its hiddenhinges and locksaged ebonyand burnt umbersatin lacqueredbamboo inlaysoozing hempishfumes the kind onlyknown for sureto the boxthat sits deep inshadows a remotebookshelf waitingto be sampledvindicated –LE
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Art and War Drive Technology
Reading the poetry and prose and viewing the art and photography published here in various blogs have put me in a strange mood today; got me thinking about the tech that allows us to express ourselves so lucidly, so graphically. That and the constant barrage of gaslighting propaganda and just plain ‘hot air’ from local…
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The Bike-paths of Tucson
The Bike-paths of Tucson As I rode out onthe bike-paths of TucsonI spied an old bikiein spandex and Nikes I see by your outfitthat you are a bikie—-and he said—-I see by your outfitthat you’re a bikie too We see by our outfitsthat we are both bikiesif you get an outfityou can be a bikie…
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Irony of Ironies
Irony of Ironies Sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance Sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all Survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecology less humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out remnantsof abundance of ouronce high civilizationirony of…
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My Date at the Local Big Boy – Late 1960s
My Date at the Local Big Boy – Late 1960s Beaver Park Ball Room, cover band (The Four) playing top 40, Four Seasons, Tommy James, Wipe-out, and most were… Rode with Tiny D…, who having gotten lucky, as usual, left me to find a ride or hitch home. It was late by the time I…
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Flunking Tests or Directional Insights
Flunking Tests or Directional Insights I know this is not politically correct, especially to parents of children in school and/or most of their teachers… but… Flunking a test should always be an occasion for a good laugh. I always laughed at myself, then started fresh, or realized that I didn’t care enough to do whatever…
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The New York Commune or Purple Haze (2 of 2)
The New York Commune or Purple Haze (2 of 2) There were, including my traveling companion and myself, five men and a varying number of women. I use the term women loosely, as most were obviously runaways between the ages of thirteen and sixteen. Though when asked, they vehemently claimed to be eighteen. There were…
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The New York Commune or Purple Haze
The New York Commune or Purple Haze (part 1 of 2) During the mid-to-late ’60s, I read a string of Hermann Hesse novels. There was Journey to the East, Siddhartha, Damien, The Glass Bead Game, Steppenwolf, and my personal favorite, Narcissus and Goldman. They struck sympathetic notes in me and affirmed my desire for a…
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From Past Darknesses
I’ve noticed some darker pieces here. So I went back into my past darkness and brought out an old one. I’ve come a very long way since this one… Morning Darkness fadingthe lyingangry voicesviolentlycrying alone againtryingsighingdying searing pain againmakes mortality plainconstant wishing forhealing rain but that’s OKwe’re all to blameonly a gameour claim to famepretty…
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