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"Let us bring to daylight the impulses of midnight contemplation."

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lovingly

you saw me lie and admire the somber sound of wood on wood. you noticed deceitful eyelids before i ever considered them. wind and water and waiting tore things apart. sand changed you.

i am the lamb and you are the lion and after unspoken gods come back to earth, we will lay down.

 

the fifty-two weeks of 2011

promises, accomplishments & change

Countup

 1 thing

2 tell you.

3 strikes you’re out,

4 not answering to me.

5 reasons why this week sucks:

6 days ago I asked you something.

7 minutes before you responded, each minute hurt.

8 um’s later I walked out the door forever.

9 at night pitch black, freezing cold and lonely out.

10 times you called me. Stop. It’s over. Leave me alone.

 

What You Need to Understand and Preferably Also Not Understand

 

 

I realized two days after the end before the beginning and upon subsequent completion the end was the beginning is the end. Words man, words say things, they open up a world of indefinite reality set upon vinyl to a record player of life. A side, B side, each has its qualities and each has its way of being. Can the tortoise shell glasses redeem the sacrificial lamb from its wrongs upon the hill of judgment? Can a semi-religious statement be made to seem like one come from the mouth of a non-believer? Mark off the prices of idiosyncratic Black Friday stores, raid them for their wares, for their solutions to ancient living. Turn statements and maxims on their heads and understand than going forth, that moving is preferable to standing still. Relativity doesn't apply here Einstein, understand this kind of statement too is funny because it confronts an expression. Understand wordplay might be more important than understanding, that the Black Forest contains secrets of mythological understanding set upon a pedestal of nothingness and lies. Understand that saying you are mighty fine and being mighty fine are one in the same. There is no lie at play here. The cliché goes that people always lie when they say “I'm fine” but in this case you should speak it truly. You are fine. You are alive. You are fine. You breathe. You are fine. You can eat a calzone and send that motherfucker down your throat, through your digestive tract and enjoy the crap out of it.

Some Occu-Thoughts

I.

tents searched
i slept with two blankets
no necesito
and prince slept with none
on some
laid by
kevin with one eye

the space for us has walls of air
and privacy is a favor done by not looking
'
the same white man
with a white beard
and carrying like a fisherman says
that common sense is expedient of tradition
and i hear him to my back left
by the benches where drummers stalk

you cannot
drink the same liquor
twice

there is a ripple of beautiful heads
shaved balding oily chunks floral swipes
of brown torquiose golden hair
all flashing the sky's reflection
as they are
nodding
together
nodding at a call for politeness
nodding to the call of "it just is"
and the hair burns

that smell of eyebrows
the nicotine-stained curling of eyelashes
melting away from fire catching
the excess paper of a badly rolled cigarette
climbing above my nose

their heads burn in my eyes
as they call for cleanliness
as a well-slept Ms. whatever
with the latest running shoes
implores our people to fight against crack
and violence
and the red eyes of the affected are red
either with phallic righteousness
or chemicals
and none of us speak to the toxins
rising from our styrofoam plates
from the trucks painted by missionaries

and the air walls tell me he is looking for me
the radio tells me with suicidal poetry that he is looking
and my justification my love of solitude battles
my justification my love of humanity
and my love of humanity is torn by the loyalty of nature

now when skateboards smack down their wheels
i hear guns
and my nerves pick up
 

barbara grossman

barbara grossman

 11 november 2011

art critique with visiting artist, barbara grossman, in the comiskey art center.

Open Mic Poster by Chris Cadena

Open Mic Poster by Chris Cadena

Open Mic Poster by Chris Cadena

say something

say something

 POWER TO THE POSTER: Posters For A Cause, Digital Art & Imaging I

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