In the fair calms, on the sweet, rolling life-ship with never a harbor to consider or false smiles with wanton palms securing forbearance. In the moment, those vast seas still and untroubled; by the Bold and Playful Wind still unknown; the bright Sun only moves like an old sleeper turning. But Sailors there, wish for [...]
Monthly Archives: August 2006
The portrait of any darkness, like so many other things in art, is easy to begin, but daunting to perfect. This is as close to a beginning as I can conjure. Pieces juxtaposed, unfurled chaos rests, like care-worn garments We renounce our trepidation and become berserkers proud Elegance in injury, a bloodless hand of rage; [...]
It is not a question of how the dress falls. It’s a question of turns, and dressing screen shadows; of ribbon and bow. In a tragedy of emphasis and light where the allure must draw ever behind the fancy of a silhouette. His eyes darkened by the shadow that intimates and never enlightened. For all [...]
I know what I’m about to mention is a paradox of sorts. It is a representation of the ridiculousness of my mind that, when I miss my love to the point of laying down and sobbing and clutching pillows, I cannot but wish she were just here to cry with me about it. Not to [...]
It all burns as refuse, the ashes blaze and fade rising on smoke and tunneling through the heated air… In the grass, with piled wood, this fire burns, with only the old oak reserved a few feet distant. While horizon ever surrounds and reminds. When we say “distance is meaningless” we pray for the future, [...]
In the first days everything is distraction. The movement is alluring, the smiles… infectious; the sad eyes, sympathetic; the tantrums, disheartening. ‘Round about misunderstanding, like plastic horses rising and falling to whims of Calliope (as if she were once again ascending, a Goddess of toys and amusement, when eloquence or even frank talk is most [...]
