cold
she used ice as a sheet for her bed
when the ground gets
cold and trees are static
wings of air move with magnetic force
a breeze through the U curvature of a bridge's bottom
the cabin is empty now, doors are broken and the
windows are a thin glass like paper
old wood, stained by rain, snow, bats in the ceiling
inside a broken piano, strings detune by cold fingers
frozen smoke billows to a wispy sky
a nomad retreats, a prince from the east falls
the sun is a satellite is a moon is a star
a plant grows towards warmth, roots spread out
the snow, a cold shroud, surprisingly bright
reflection eternal
left down winter lane
the space between two worlds
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
End of Winter
Coyotes
howl in the night-wind
a tear
in the moon
while a graveyard
rises
and the floor
falls into an elevator shaft
patterns in wind
a boot slips
trees hold wind while
snow ghosts
hover above the slick road
and put hands over your eyes
howl in the night-wind
a tear
in the moon
while a graveyard
rises
and the floor
falls into an elevator shaft
patterns in wind
a boot slips
trees hold wind while
snow ghosts
hover above the slick road
and put hands over your eyes
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Weird Work
Penned these three poems during work today, art is a response, and I needed to respond to the echoes in my mind and release them.
eraser, erase her
nails on a chalkboard
sad echoes from a basement
a stench rises, an angry balloon
flies upward
and red starts to boil
after the burn
a plague settles in, mirrors
appear, then break into
reflective shards
that I assemble
into a mosaic mandala
then I draw a case
and place the mandala over the
moon
when people think I'm stupid
when people think I'm stupid
I:
draw a moose
dance like a monkey
drive a car
dwell in a cave
use a microphone
untie a knot
usurp a throne
understand the cosmos
relate to Socrates
relish fine cuisine
return to the cave
rate critics
when the boardwalk burned
he turned to stone
stagnance reined
and the world was boring
street signs, billboards
echoed with industrial sonar
that broke our backs
chipped our teeth and
made us into Pillsbury
Betty Crocker’s, after that
all the shit went
down the drain
and clogged it
no drano
eraser, erase her
nails on a chalkboard
sad echoes from a basement
a stench rises, an angry balloon
flies upward
and red starts to boil
after the burn
a plague settles in, mirrors
appear, then break into
reflective shards
that I assemble
into a mosaic mandala
then I draw a case
and place the mandala over the
moon
when people think I'm stupid
when people think I'm stupid
I:
draw a moose
dance like a monkey
drive a car
dwell in a cave
use a microphone
untie a knot
usurp a throne
understand the cosmos
relate to Socrates
relish fine cuisine
return to the cave
rate critics
when the boardwalk burned
he turned to stone
stagnance reined
and the world was boring
street signs, billboards
echoed with industrial sonar
that broke our backs
chipped our teeth and
made us into Pillsbury
Betty Crocker’s, after that
all the shit went
down the drain
and clogged it
no drano
Monday, February 6, 2012
Collaboration from afar
This drawing was sent to me by Sara Swoboda for her art project, she's been sending a current drawing to a different person everyday since March 20, 2011 and will continue to do so until March 18, 2012. I will post up information about the installation once I know.
Sarah asked for a response to the drawing in her letter to me about the project, here is mine:
Dance of the Elephant
A figure stands in the window
Day 166
An elephant on the mind
a figure, female, locked in a dance pose
her hand:
robotic
simple
mechanical
lines converge in her blank face
small tears in her leggings
while she poses
an elephant's legs grow to the size
of a giraffe, and an aura of sketch
emanates from ink flesh
Sarah asked for a response to the drawing in her letter to me about the project, here is mine:
Dance of the Elephant
A figure stands in the window
Day 166
An elephant on the mind
a figure, female, locked in a dance pose
her hand:
robotic
simple
mechanical
lines converge in her blank face
small tears in her leggings
while she poses
an elephant's legs grow to the size
of a giraffe, and an aura of sketch
emanates from ink flesh
A Woman On A Bench With A Peculiar-Shaped-Head
Another one from back in the day
"Jawbreakerhead" by Michael Stueben
"Jawbreakerhead" by Michael Stueben
Friday, January 27, 2012
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
An Unprecedented Dilemma, A Simple Solution
We as Americans today face an unprecedented challenge. For all of the lifestyle which surrounds us and was promised to liberate us from the degredations of animalistic challenges has become a thin, yet intricately webbed net designed specifically to demean and entrap the lives we might live. For the promise of ease we have allowed the slow moving political mechanisms of our supposed democracy to become so vastly complicated, that they can only be unwound and dominated by intricate liars and those with a desire only to dominate their fellow man. For the promise of safety we have allowed the officers of our great nation to become highly militarized, heavily armed, and given them the ability to lie, cheat, and steal as badly or worse as the thugs we hoped they would arrest and remove from the public sector.
But even these glaring, seemingly irrevocable issues are naught when compared to the growing troll, the consumerist capitalism which is rising to eat alive not only the populace, but the soul and meaning of our great nation. Step by step and day by day, a sense of what was once wonder at machination and items which add to the "ease of life" has developed into a nasty and bitter sense of entitlement and an addiction to resources like petroleum, corn and all its derrivatives, and the power to control our own existence in a world where the laws of nature say: "That will never be possible." In a sense, the laws of capitalism, which were once supposed to allow the darwinist nature of our species to coincide with its monatary system, have replaced those same governing principles. They have created a world where stupidity is rewarded, and originality is punished harshly. People have changed the meanings of words so basic, like "person" to include corporations and the capital they bring. We are, no longer slowly, loosing every bit of humanity we once hoped to uphold with ideals like liberty and justice.
That is the complaint, that is the issue facing us, that our government, our monatary system, and the people supposed to protect us all together and singly desire to dominate and enslave us for the benefit of themselves. What can the American do? What can individuals hope to accomplish in the meatgrinder that has been produced for the benefit of few and the dominion of many? The answer is simple, and to all but a few, frightening.
Every day I see them, men that can still be considered men, and women who can still be considered women. Those whom wake and work. They walk the streets and catch the public transportations to their existences which the wealthy and powerful would call meaningless or demeaningly simple. Those people who still work with their hands, who build something in their day, who still strive to better their world instead of profiting from the work of those "beneath" them must be emulated by all of us. The days of calling "middle management" a career are over! Commanding and harnessing the work of others is not a job, unless you produce proficiency and provide for an environment more conducive to excellence. Corporations must be downsized, the overbearing size and influence of places like Target, Haliburton, etc. is a destructive and damaging element of our society. America must return to the workforce, and produce! Instead of outsourcing all actual labor and production to less affluent cultures. (That is why the economies of places like China are dominating our own).
The political sector must change as well. The represenative democracy that has evolved into the monstrous aristocracy we have today must be removed. Democracy must be restored, in absolute! So that the voice and vote of every last american actually carries the weight it should always have. The more complex a system is, the more prone to failure it is, and our system is dominated and controlled by those failures. Lobbying must be abolished as a crime, if we are to survive this economically turmultuous time. The rich must be stopped from comitting actions which to them may seem like clever ways of producing more income, but to the poor are considered acts of economic warfare.
But even these glaring, seemingly irrevocable issues are naught when compared to the growing troll, the consumerist capitalism which is rising to eat alive not only the populace, but the soul and meaning of our great nation. Step by step and day by day, a sense of what was once wonder at machination and items which add to the "ease of life" has developed into a nasty and bitter sense of entitlement and an addiction to resources like petroleum, corn and all its derrivatives, and the power to control our own existence in a world where the laws of nature say: "That will never be possible." In a sense, the laws of capitalism, which were once supposed to allow the darwinist nature of our species to coincide with its monatary system, have replaced those same governing principles. They have created a world where stupidity is rewarded, and originality is punished harshly. People have changed the meanings of words so basic, like "person" to include corporations and the capital they bring. We are, no longer slowly, loosing every bit of humanity we once hoped to uphold with ideals like liberty and justice.
That is the complaint, that is the issue facing us, that our government, our monatary system, and the people supposed to protect us all together and singly desire to dominate and enslave us for the benefit of themselves. What can the American do? What can individuals hope to accomplish in the meatgrinder that has been produced for the benefit of few and the dominion of many? The answer is simple, and to all but a few, frightening.
Every day I see them, men that can still be considered men, and women who can still be considered women. Those whom wake and work. They walk the streets and catch the public transportations to their existences which the wealthy and powerful would call meaningless or demeaningly simple. Those people who still work with their hands, who build something in their day, who still strive to better their world instead of profiting from the work of those "beneath" them must be emulated by all of us. The days of calling "middle management" a career are over! Commanding and harnessing the work of others is not a job, unless you produce proficiency and provide for an environment more conducive to excellence. Corporations must be downsized, the overbearing size and influence of places like Target, Haliburton, etc. is a destructive and damaging element of our society. America must return to the workforce, and produce! Instead of outsourcing all actual labor and production to less affluent cultures. (That is why the economies of places like China are dominating our own).
The political sector must change as well. The represenative democracy that has evolved into the monstrous aristocracy we have today must be removed. Democracy must be restored, in absolute! So that the voice and vote of every last american actually carries the weight it should always have. The more complex a system is, the more prone to failure it is, and our system is dominated and controlled by those failures. Lobbying must be abolished as a crime, if we are to survive this economically turmultuous time. The rich must be stopped from comitting actions which to them may seem like clever ways of producing more income, but to the poor are considered acts of economic warfare.
Clairvoyant
Cards cascade across parquet
floor, a simple invitation
to a hymnal, or perhaps a beheading,
shadows quivering into skin within
shifting peripheral visions.
Slip into the scenery
slowly, as if hollowed and hovering
wholly towards some historical
unknown. A duvet groans,
garrulous as collective
unconscious, as the seas in which
we drown our conscience. Scylla
and Charybdis huddle in the metaphorical
floorboards for warmth, their memory
fading in apathetic future. Atheistic
tunes flutter in the distance, afloat
in Technicolor madness, in the striations
of rabid persistence. Listen, the spaces
between us have shifted. We are not
what we present to ourselves
pillowside, nor the reedsongs
sung steadily beneath our lies.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Flatiron
Our pupils sketched
the horizon-lines,
the somnolent zig-zag
of jagged rock
and waning day –
alighting upon
& abandoning
all the half-starved
epiphanies
(which remained in
their original packaging
as if cardboard and plastic
could become
a softer kind
of love,
a sturdier sort
of faith. )
The night taught us
more than patience.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Back from the Snow
Stumble Frames #11
Wake up
at a salt flat
and touch the ground-sky
hold clouds
and earth-sea
salt caked
into snow-covered mountains
watch as the water moves
from green spring
to white stasis
One lake was a gift
from the cave-god to
another,
a graveyard
for old trees
the lake was a piece of
a goddess' mirror
108 pieces in total
Wake up
at a salt flat
and touch the ground-sky
hold clouds
and earth-sea
salt caked
into snow-covered mountains
watch as the water moves
from green spring
to white stasis
One lake was a gift
from the cave-god to
another,
a graveyard
for old trees
the lake was a piece of
a goddess' mirror
108 pieces in total
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