Road conditions seem right to drive today and creativity is car. Yesterday, it was icy.
Maybe I’ll just throw everything up in the air as see if the future falls out. Like in between sticks.
Some foods are red,
Some violets are tea-cupped,
spagetti’s fun with babies,
if you don’t have to cleanup.
Holiday season green and red
Greeting smiles of white and pink,
family visits are like lutefisk,
after three days they start to stink.
My halloween present and this weeks’ art project. There’s a rug inside.
Here’s the design for my halloween costume.
Dante travels downward to meet Holden Caulfield,
Who is an obviously misguided shit but quite smart,
They have conversation. Lots of it.
Holden learns about the cycle of expression and writing,
But doesn’t understand.
As they travel up through the rings of the Republic of purgatory
they meet a good ol’ Sport called Gatsby.
Gatsby concocts a masterplan plan to get a girl,
But when Dante finds out that it’s Beatrice he attacks Gatsby, killing him.
And so it goes.
Socrates meets up with the duo and uses the abhorrant Method of Elenchus
to show them that they’re all unstuck in time.
He continues to debate for so long that he convinces them
that the real location of Paradiso is a “zoo in Tralfamadore.”
Still messing around with open exposure.
This little object has almost as many hours in my hand as my finger.
The Catch 22 of The Tao
We let go of our viscous history to find our new way yet we still create history.
“the devil ain’t got no music.” – Mavis Staples
Heard that today. Seeing how the music, no matter how horrendous it is, comes from our expression of the human spirit, I’d have to agree. Thank you Mavis for that great thought.
Here’s a look out my window the other night.