When everything is a reminder of something bigger than you and i can even say
it just takes hold and today I caught myself defining a moment
Wonder WHERE it's gonna stop
is a near rhyme, mound, for found, or sound, or whoever plays with words gets burned by words or maybe just thoughts, hard to tell anymore, so little goes as hoped, planned or intended these days, it makes me wonder if it ever really did in the first place, and then I realize I am … Continue reading What gets through
without thinking too much But it is about pollack or Rothko or Rauschenberg coz when I see their paintings I feel something visceral am distinct not cerebral like Picasso or self🌺conscious like Warhol. It's like having to eat your vegetables at the table with Joyce Carol Oates when you really want to go off and … Continue reading Installation: The constant refining
Where your people can find you bulletins from the abyss.
proust: Do you like truffles?joyce: Yes, I do. Joyce meets a strawberry 3) As told by James Joyce many years later to Jacques Mercanton: ‘Proust would talk only of duchesses, while I was more concerned with their chambermaids.’