From the fortune cookie that I got at a Chinese restaurant today:
Your geniune talent will find its way to success.
Hmmm, let's hope so. I am a unique snowflake, dammit!
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
-- from the one, the only, Jack Kerouac in On the Road
Some paintings from a favorite modern painter of mine, Pat Steir (I just recently saw one of her works at an art museum in Florida):
"Waterfall Night"
"Four Yellow Negative Waterfalls"
"Red on Brushstroke"
"Ice #2"
"Outer Lhamo Waterfall"
"Small L.A. Waterfall III"
And last, but not least, another poem of mine... I've been in a writing mood lately.
left for the taking 7-18-05
split me open like a ritual sacrifice.
oddities
anomalies
obsessions as dangerous
as that insidious crack
in my core.
a walking, talking neurosis
mentally challenged by the stars.
i am Jack's disemboweled soul.
another puff, another hangover,
another sleepless night of fractured
senses and staring off
into blackness,
blinking.
a fucked-up mind trip through the
cosmos,
never turning back.
i am Jack's misdirected rage.
i think of you,
but my heart rebels.
id forgotten that it still knows
how to feel.
i lay flat-lining,
my sanity on the curb with the rest of
the trash, alone
and left for the taking.
i am Jack's aching need.
Your geniune talent will find its way to success.
Hmmm, let's hope so. I am a unique snowflake, dammit!
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
-- from the one, the only, Jack Kerouac in On the Road
Some paintings from a favorite modern painter of mine, Pat Steir (I just recently saw one of her works at an art museum in Florida):
"Waterfall Night"
"Four Yellow Negative Waterfalls"
"Red on Brushstroke"
"Ice #2"
"Outer Lhamo Waterfall"
"Small L.A. Waterfall III"
And last, but not least, another poem of mine... I've been in a writing mood lately.
left for the taking 7-18-05
split me open like a ritual sacrifice.
oddities
anomalies
obsessions as dangerous
as that insidious crack
in my core.
a walking, talking neurosis
mentally challenged by the stars.
i am Jack's disemboweled soul.
another puff, another hangover,
another sleepless night of fractured
senses and staring off
into blackness,
blinking.
a fucked-up mind trip through the
cosmos,
never turning back.
i am Jack's misdirected rage.
i think of you,
but my heart rebels.
id forgotten that it still knows
how to feel.
i lay flat-lining,
my sanity on the curb with the rest of
the trash, alone
and left for the taking.
i am Jack's aching need.