the task of the artist |
From Henry Miller's, "Tropic Of Cancer"When I reflect that the task which the artist implicitly sets himself is to overthrow existing values, to make of the chaos about him an order which is his own, ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:51:00 GMT |
Maybe |
Maybe the Mayans were wrong, and we're merely here living in the middle of a deep-thinking raindrop who has the conscious ability to designate it's own velocity. Meaning this: Our sense of Time, our t...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 11:36:00 GMT |
A few days ago |
COSTA RICAN HILLBILLY PIG-FRYwail and whistleright into the microphoneeat boiled bananas & yuccatry not to look like you’re watching the16-year-old girlsin bikinis in the riverdon’t st...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:03:00 GMT |
New Song |
I posted a new song. It is important to note that the lyrics are not mine, but everything else is. The song, "Benedict," was written for the Devils to sing to the birthday boy at an Angels/Devils part...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 06:39:00 GMT |
Mountain Face |
So, in the mountains around the lake here, there is a well-formed, Mayan man's face. He's lying down. It is quite surprising to behold every day, and I find myself wondering what it must be like for t...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 07:47:00 GMT |
Rumi |
Written in the 1200s by Rumi, this poem elucidates so clearly what I feel every day.Who Says Words With My Mouth?All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 07:23:00 GMT |
El Mayor |
I knew because I'd kept up on it -though incorrectly for some time- that Guatemala's president would be inaugurated soon. I had become aware also, that the following day would bring a coronation of Sa...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 08:05:00 GMT |
