Hold yourselfin higher regardthan you can carry;By doing this,you allow yourselfto feel weightlesswhen you raisehalf-way andknow you’vemore to give. I lower myselfto these words,hunched andcramped, Igive a relaxingvoyage fromthought to peckbut I neverleave them here, nah; What’s with thatsweet-bob ofbody fromthe musicleft siton air,to beswum inand dived toward; What’s the vocal/verbal/viralmelodyswampingmy arms andthoughts to thesway [...]
Archives for September 2007
there is some bottom to these depths;
there is some bottom to these depths;i wonder if they follow my words,or i follow theirs? what followsif not followingitself;what drawsbut inks,leaving tintsabout what may,what june;i follow these and hopethey wallow in themselvesso i may, afraid, away,walk in thought aroundand leave no impressionof the sole,merely followand forgottten. i wind my time in wanderings of the [...]
there is a gnat,
there is a gnat,which follows me.he investigatesthe lip oftoiletbowlwhile irelease, andhe looksinside, afraidof streamand floatsupward withgreat hasteto avoid me;i cannot helpbut feel hefollowsin hopesi’ll soon bedeceased,so he maynit-pickat whichside to begin devouring. buthe follows me,this friend,and we enjoythe blank scenery/the mountainesquelandscapeof an apartment dwelling,full-brightwith white walls andwooden desk,with brightest screenin warm glow/and i feelhe enjoysthis,though [...]
i can never sleep when i need to,and need to when i can never sleep. it’s hard to sleepwhen i know there’s much to doand all’s ahead, while i’d rather notwait, i’d rather goand find my way in time;it’s much less a worryof missing, as a knowledge ofmore;i’d rather go than stay here, buti feel [...]
i was deleting these moviesi’d never watch/the titlesmaking more of a standthan their files’ contents;and,upon deletingthe one entitled, “california,”i noticed/notched a sense of emotionfor the inevitable withdrawalfrom all thoughts of moving there,and this image,of the girlperhaps sneezing/laughing/i see her cryingand the man,as i press, “yes,” andlet all pass;then, the second,or the first of files,shows him [...]
you looked at me today,
you looked at me today,as if to say,“everything is okay.”and, then, i knew allwould always be.
you looked
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be-yoo-tiful
http://bertc.com/subfour/ss/singleSheet.htm Received this link through Reddit. Peter Callesen’s (http://www.petercallesen.com/) work is quite thought-provoking. From the 3D-from-2D modeling to the spooky shadows of some pieces, these artworks are a look at pure beauty. It’s amazing to think that, perhaps, each image put on paper was taken from the cutout around it, creating a sort of realistic [...]
