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The Visitor.

The Visitor.

 The room was small. In it were a bed, chair, night table, bedside rug, and a  Bookshelf.  Drab grey curtains hung at the lone window. Derrick sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the paper in his hand. The type written note said POSITIVE. The radio next door was playing loudly as usual.  He rubbed his forehead and stood up as the scalding tears ran down his gaunt face. A moan escaped his mouth. He went on the…

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Knowing Inside the Outside of the Box

Knowing Inside the Outside of the Box

Outside the outside of the box, it is singular I AM. A concept, the reality is unsure, there is no self Pronouns do not exist, how am I doing this? Outside the outside of the box when I am inside the outside Nothing is real, Yet everything is realized and checked Perfectly streamed I glide along sharp lines that come soft when I connect and bounce Backwards and shatter into trillions of information highways I know things, I am things…

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OUTSIDE THE BOX

OUTSIDE THE BOX

  Listening Outside the Box- I hear the planet ticking It says, shoooshhhh, ping, purr, oh nooooo, Ding dong, ping pong, clang, grrrghh, arrrghh, lol, hahahaaaaaa, I hear the sounds, tweets- Bells ringing in Seattle and Rome, Children shrieking in Kingston, and Kathmandu Weeping in Syria, Ghana, Pakistan, whimpering in China and Japan In places whose names I don’t know, they weep and scream…for the help they don’t get.

THE AURA

THE AURA

     WHAT IS AURA ACCORDING TO WALTER BENJAMIN?  “Strange web of space and time”   “the unique appearance or semblance of distance, no matter how close it may be.” “The moment or the hour become part of their experience-to breathe the aura”. Benjamin: selected writings volume 2.  1927- 1934. As described by Benjamin, that is the concept of aura. Aura presents itself in still photographs, in arresting moments (released as déjàvu), in the unspoken history of a photograph, (ghosts waiting…

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HAIKU. MY LOVER. FOR YOU.

HAIKU. MY LOVER. FOR YOU.

  A LOVERS HAIKU. EYES ON ME SMOKY SWEET TASTY BEAUTIFUL, LIPS RUBY SOFT AND DANGEROUS IN ENDLESS PLEASURE. SEEKING FINGERS CARESS MY LANGUID BODY CURVED IN ANGLES AND SWEET ABANDON. TO DIE IN  YOUR EMBRACE lmh

LIFE AND ART- A BLEND OF ART AND MAN.

LIFE AND ART- A BLEND OF ART AND MAN.

  Using the story of Hagar and Ishmael as a launch pad for discussion. Genesis: 16. Hagar in the Wilderness Camille Corot. To be in the world meant for Martin Heidegger to be Dasein- be a part of the natural state of the world and nature, to be present in the world, and yet being unto oneself for the sake of the self.  Naming introduces language as a direct connection between the world, art and mankind.  Having introduced that idea,…

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I DONT WANT TO BE KING.

I DONT WANT TO BE KING.

  OLD MAN THE GRAVE AWAITS YOU. YOU SEEM NOT TO CARE OLD MAN DONT YOU KNOW OR DO YOU? HAVE YOU BEEN SEEING HIM LATELY AS YOU STUMBLE UNGAINLY AROUND THE GARDEN? OLD MAN THE WARM BROWN EARTH AWAITS YOUR RECENTLY WARM BROWN BODY. … TO HAVE AND TO HOLD YOU IN SICKNESS AND IN DEATH THIS EARTH WILL ENFOLD YOU. OLD MAN WHY DO YOU DO IT? WHY DO YOU SMILE YOUR EMPTY- MOUTH SMILE DO YOU KNOW…

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ONE SHORT SLEEP.

ONE SHORT SLEEP.

Remembering Maureen Tilley. WHEN A PETAL FALLS FROM THE CIRCLE: Do you know what happens when a petal falls from the circle? Briefly life is severed, death gets a minute, and then the circle repairs itself as it must. In that brief, life makes an announcement, death offers praise to heaven, though frustrated He gets to keep nothing. Poor death, poor poor death Angels rejoice for the triumphant return of a soul, One short sleep says ‘Donne‘, one short sleep…

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