Friday, August 31, 2007

Hill's top ten


I thought this was kind of funny. Like a lot of Americans, I'm starting to find her a lot more loveable.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Cycle

1.

Could one want more than this?

To celebrate a vision of love

Diluted by the moment?

Fleeting his way by flute-

Searching a world of youth?

And this, there isn’t anything more. . .

Time in wavy curls,

Star speckled skin,

Forested face,

Eerie eyes,

Haunt my hallow shallow soul,

A thousand too many.

Time captures me

And I have no home,

But only a fire exit;

I am afraid to spark the alarm.

2.

Whisp’ring moon breezes

Wash through the night.

Here I am with you,

Mr. Medium,

I hope you’re happy.

3.

I am planted deep, deep down,

In mud without air or water.

Never to be food on table,

Not even relish or fodder.

Here I decay with charmed poise

Fertilizing the fallow clay.

Cozy as is the dark,

I can’t help but long for day.

4.

Sometimes in joy, love withers,

Sometimes in ecstasy, intimacy dries up. . .

A fine powder of heart and blood,

Red flour.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

The Trip Home






It was a really great roadtrip - despite the hours of driving - and I'm especially hoping now, that I will end up back in D.C.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Road Trip!

Mandi, Jason and I have been on a road trip since Thursday. Check out the pictures.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Thursday, August 16, 2007

I imagine that before this picture is posted i will have eaten all of my freshly picked favorite

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Blessed Virgin Who?


I worked on this painting today. I'm not pleased.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Cool summer mornings

Well - I'm pulling off Goal #1 pretty well. Here's a cheese ball romantic poem I whipped up this morning.

Cool summer mornings remind me of fall
and I wonder -
"Will there be one at all?"

(Forest greens turned orange and red
fallen on ground-
mother earth's frozen winter bed)

Let's put off the eschaton a year or two
so as we wait
I can search for you.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Genesis - A cycle

I've decided to start using the bible as my muse for a bit. Here's the first piece.

Genesis - I. The Mess

Once upon a time, an old man
with flaming white beard and shiny forehead
was unsatisfied with his divinity.

He threw down his newspaper,
With an extra thrust
to emphasize
his lonely despair,
"bang,"
knocking his coffee into his
├ęclair.

He said, "Well that's alright."

Breathing life into the mess,
he cultivated a mold of
trees and bushes and brush.

He said, "not too bad."

Thinking himself silly,
and not wanting No one to see,
he covered the mess up with
the newspaper.
He took a few deep breaths,
and began to wonder,
what exactly was that that he saw.
he lifted the newspaper.
light spilled onto the mess.
Dark.
Light.
"Peak a boo," he said, "pretty nice, pretty nice."


Beginning to enjoy himself,
he grabbed some crackers
and crumbled them into
the recipe.
The creatures grew and multiplied
like the mold.

"That'll do."

What else, what else, he thought.
he knew he must finish his little project.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure
No one wasn’t watching.
He nibbled on his fingernail,
ripping off a piece and dispatching it
into the tiramisu.
The clippings danced and kissed
And loved.


"Even better."

Refilling his coffee cup,
the Man sat back and watched,
giggling at his art.
(perhaps they could put it in the Louvre
by the suitcase filled with feces)

Fruit was eaten that shouldn't be eaten
and sin was born,
"are clothes that bad?"
after generations of belly crawling
and dirt eating
and brother killing
and blood soaked soil,
the man looked quizzically at the
the disaster and laughed.

It was filled and subdued,
spilling over, weighed down.
Creatures were killed and resources
were depleted.

The tribes of Ishmael and Cain
flourished and so did haters
and prophets were born and so were
homos and buddahs and mohameds and jesuses.

Crusades and jihads and
slaves were taken.
A wild world grew rampant with
philosophy and math and rabbis and preachers.

"This is Good."

II. Noah
He baptized the world with watery death
uniting the faithful as one wet, grumpy clan.
700 tired years he had, need he 700 more
to accomplish his dreams?
Were not 30 or 50 or 200 enough?
His sacrifice was not in burnt offerings
but in shoveling dung on that stinky ship.

III. Sarah
Sarah,
why'd you do it
with so many men?
Was it for prosperity
or for kicks?

Was it your body
or his?

"Blessed be the God of Abraham"
or "blessed be you
who made the man rich in gold
and offspring"
(like the stars)?

Yes Sarah!
Blessed
are
you,
a simple woman
who birthed a nation.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

The Virgin Bag Lady


An Old Lady at my chuch apparently left the virgin mare and a few bags of flowers by the door to the library and ran off to catch daily Mass. They'll catch up later.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

the new me

I imagine most of our friends by know that Eikon and I are in the breakup process. This has been very hard for both of us. It's much of my own doing - I've been meeting with a counselor lately and thinking a lot about my future. My intuition tells me that I've made the right decision. Time will tell. After 3.5 years, it was a hard decision to make.

Anyway. I guess by starting the blog, it seems that I'm going to change myself drastically. That's not what I'm trying to do. I just want to evolve into a better, more creative, happier person.

This is still a blog and will include my regular thoughts, findings, art, oddities, and experiences. At the same time, I want to talk a lot about my goals and plans. I submit them to you for ideas and advice on the long road ahead.

Goal #1
To rediscover my inner-artist. I feel like I've lost a part of me over the last 4 years. I want to write more poetry, music, paint and draw. I've never been a fantastic craftsman, but I've always felt that my body is a host to a very fluid creative spirit. Wish me luck!