I like to contemplate the difference between the artist and the craftsman. Craftsmen are educated and can consistently produce a desired result. They use their rational mind to bring ideas into the physical world. An artist, on the other hand,
Oh My God Did You Say Pooh Bear You Did So Said Pooh Bear
I’m like the center of my gravity. So far I’ve lost like five air hockey games. You failed your driver’s ed test oh * my * god I failed my driver’s ed test too. My boyfriend says I’m too aggressive.
Julius Eastman
Stay on it. I’m here to show you a new system of love. All the codes have new rhythms, new silences. There is a clean beat. People are usually tamer on the floe of music, so you can be needlessly
Bill Traylor
Everyone is pointing to exemption. To the sky, the blue asylum. To the man, who must work. The birds are all-knowing—to the point of disinterest—but the drinking man is off balance, his spirit is exposed. He is confused by his
Gego
The line destroys, leaps from the point, bold; stretches out bodily to sketch a world: an open plane of bliss, brilliant and civilized. Mankind inhabits this patience of light. Each one, given luck, may find his locus here. With my
Enhanced Hostility
She’s shy in an advanced way, and holds up her end the conversation neatly arranged in a solitary whorl, dismantling as you hold her, sweating blood and soft feelings. This leads to improved aggression, a black eye, smashed ribs, rug
Like Your Favorite Drums
As she approaches retirement, she thinks it is for the best that most of the people and memories from the days spent in the shimmering safety of their galaxy-jar-world have paled into far-off places. There are exceptions of course. Like
Aurora
We don’t remember the days before Aurora Borealis. How we’d scoured weather reports for months and left for Abisko only when conditions were perfect to see her. How some compared her light to biblical fables but we wanted to see
FROM Dear Sal
LITTLE SHOFAR (shouting): OH, BUDDY, I KNOW, I KNOW!THE BULLETS! THE BONES! THE BANANAS! THE BOAT! THE ABSENCE BRUSHINGYOUR BODY THROUGH ITS HAIR! BUT OH, YOU BLEARY AND BRIMMING THING!BUT OH, YOU BUMBLING, BUMBLING MARVEL! WHAT IS ALL OF THIS
Green Like Go, Like Hearts, Like Growth
it’s the green of a dress that’s got you spinning& a garden –like the one in my headtermite-feed the old junkblossom an emerald with the seed of gold wishes |heart farm in motion – we are energy agriculturalists| it’s the