Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Today's quote:

"Artists don't get down to work until the pain of working is exceeded by the pain of not working."
(Stephen DeStaebler)

I read this today in a book entitled ART AND FEAR.


There is also the work of Jim Magee:



"Everyone makes and has need of making a world other than the one he sees."

(Joseph Joubert)
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Silence Enlarges All

Silence will soon become a commodity
futures in silence will be offered in the marketplace
we will invest in durations of silence
to be cashed in at a later date
we will insure our silence
just like a house
car or life
we will stash our shares of silence
in a silent safety deposit book
our future passport into the anechoic chamber of bliss
this will happen silence will become commodified you know I’m right
then the famous day will arrive
we are ready to cash in our shares
enter a sacred password and:
silence ensues
. . . . . A new lucidity
floods our frontal lobes
Silence creates a spate of instant upon instant fundamental
into the structure of existence
our investment is paying death-defying dividends
free at last we are happier with every breath
when suddenly noiselight sirens beeping alarms
your time is up
My silence is over?
Thread of thought unravels
All remains unrevealed as noise of existence
resumes I must call my broker/priest
Put in an order for another decade of silence
What’s your bid?
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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sunrise during full moon

Things looked a little strange when I left Jester's
the other night
& a full moon

Or portent of doom?

Lo: a poem spewed forth titled:



after the earthquake
we asked god
why now why here
he sd
he'd get back to us

following the tsunami
we prayed to the sea
be kind be gentle
then came
the cyclone

after the assassination
we called the cops
"Who is calling?" they asked
(we hung up)

after the train wreck
we sent a text message

after the atomic bomb exploded
we thought: what were we thinking?
The Unthinkable, we replied
then we forgot what we were thinking

after the Hollow cost
we asked Jesus on the Cross
Doesn't spring just hang you up the most?

After the chicken got run over
we mused: why did that damn chicken
want to cross the road, anyway?

After we had met the Buddha
on the road
& had killed him
we felt sad
we pondered
why had he been out to get us?

After 13 shots of whiskey

After I dropped dead
a blond-headed reporter
stuck a camera in my face "How does it feel to be dead?"

it feels good I said
grabbed her by both wrists &
pulled her into the void
into that good gentle quiet night
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