Archive for May, 2007
the fine line
The end of things always looks surprisingly like the beginning. Call it the circle of life, the cycle of nature, or whatever cheap colloquialism you want, but for some reason, whenever I see a dying man, lying in bed, fatally alone, I always think of my birth. Not that I can remember it [...]
act of nature
He stood alone on the deck, staring emptily into the giant puddle that was now his backyard. It had been raining for over two weeks and the floods had reached into places that had never before seen standing water. His backyard for instance. His house stood on top of a rocky, sizable [...]
Now is everything
Non sequential advisories for the eastern coast have been issued and they can’t be taken back… the cat’s already out of the god-damned bag and it’s not going to be collected again… not without a fight. Jim told me that the blues always played at sunrise… just wasn’t that many folks up to hear [...]
Excuse me, is this a work of art?
http://www.youtube.com/v/V3Nha7gHGqQ
Found this video (by Ana Velez) via the Wooster Collective feed… it does a great job at poking fun at and underscoring the absurdity of modern, Dadaist, avant-garde art. This video brought to mind Marcel Duchamp and his idea that:
The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in [...]
Words written for nobody
I’ve written thousands of lines without ever having written something that has fundamentally changed anything or anyone. I write and churn out half baked thoughts, immature ideas, untested theories, and overly complex notions of what it means to be human in this, the twenty-first century by the clock of some dead prophet. And [...]
