Category: Art
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Always Preposterous 2/2
Always Preposterous 2/2 What powers it all? Our basic beliefs, conditioned into us from cradle to grave, propaganda and indoctrination from our social gatekeepers, our institutions and their leaders, secular and religious. And regardless of their denials, both are political in the extreme. The whole purpose is to keep the ruling class, the rich and…
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Always Preposterous 1/2
Always Preposterous 1/2 National and international news is often quite revealing in what it neglects. Just look at what is going on around us right now. From destroying our water resources and pumping so much garbage into our air that our climate is already changing (undoubtedly past the critical tipping point), ruining two of the…
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Castle by Halsey
Castle by Halsey Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noiseTired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poisedNow my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around itAlready choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it(Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei) I’m headed straight…
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Early Youth a Memory
This abstract is based on the watercolor below. They were done about a day apart. That’s just how my mind works… take something fairly ordinary and deconstruct it, make something ‘different’ out of it… Youth – A Distant Memory When very youngGot lost and coldSpanked for runningOut in the roadEscaped fromRope-tied pantsBy taking them off…
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Late Seasons Haiku and Celebration Painting
Late Seasons Haiku windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure a crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice —rose-glass filtered sun wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside –LE
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Return of the Snow
Return of the Snow snow is comingin flurries and squallsin storms and gently fallingclouds of snow-dust swirls, where each flake, an ice crystal,glimmers in moonshine,and under street lights,headlights, and lighted windows, casting long shadows,creates snowscapes — alien,breathtaking, mysteriouslystark, yet somehow warm, a home gently shroudedin glistening shades ofwhite, blue, black, and gray,while honeyed shades drip…
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Reality an Idea
Reality an Idea Humans haveThe gift of wordsTo express and informWhat’s real And what’s not Make us soarOr cry and deploreSet us upFor the big failUnquestioninglyConsumed as real They express ideasSymbols physicalMental audibleThoughts individualCultural universalSwimming inGraymatter domesCan be changedAt whim and willThe cryptic tomesOf Reality –LE
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Season’s Greetings
I hope you all have the holiday experience you hope for, whatever your preference. I also hope that this season brings the peace and good will to all that it’s supposed to represent. –LE
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Don’t Pick Up That Phone
This is my response to all the cold-calls and messages I recieve, even though I’m on the ‘Natioanl Don’t Call Register’… Ha! What a joke… Don’t Pick Up That Phone rather pick-up sticksor hexagram wandsor telegramsinstructions for hallucinationsdelusions of grandeurconjure objects of desireor the lack thereof, whereofwhile writing trivial essaysabout wealth and gainat the expenseof…
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From the Summer of 2009 (Some things never seem to change)
Intro: Cleveland OH – Summer ’09, lunch time, walking the industrial parkway in 90+ degrees. Lunch Time Walk The first cicadas of the season trill through occasional traffic lulls on the boulevard,Walking through Liatris, Cat Tails, andPeriwinkle-blue Chicory, andQueen Anne’s lace in the ditches. As I stroll past manicured, dead brown lawns, evidence of this year’s long…
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