A Comical Beg– I mean, Musical Beginning.

August 27, 2008 in brushes

While thinking about it– I stopped. Stopped, that is, working toward the goal I checked for.  Everyday there was a new sense of beginning.  Today, was like no other, for today I would begin again.  More determined to make it, to the finish and completion mark.  With each day, the dream became stronger.  Each [...]

She’s w/Me.

August 22, 2008 in brushes

She’s driving home alone.  The winter has come, the storm having left the ground soaked for days.  She is sitting listening to the passing cars, her eyes gridlocked at the lanes.  Ever so often she moves, fixing her dress, catching a little amplitude to see in the rear-view mirror.  There has been one person behind [...]

With Just One– Opportunity Left

August 22, 2008 in brushes

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There’s a picture– some say a painting,
But, it’s only a canvas, slightly whitened.
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Lines are of an essential character,
Break it up, the dots negative character.
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Nathan Oliveira primed Being,
What’s left: just the outline.
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Black in the figure,
Black’end the eye,
With this silhouette, feel the
Colors against which we live.
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A man walks wayward,
Without self, but his own tracks
Leave a beautiful scent, [...]

Saw-Horse / Sand-Birds

August 16, 2008 in brushes

There is no excitement in me.  Not a jittery moment, where I find myself wavering.  It has been indifference attenuated by a false sense of certainty.  Yes, but there is nothing more fulfilling.  To find oneself slipping into routine, daily reminders become internalized.  The hardest part of the day, being, the matching of clothes.  Do [...]

(Pre)tend– to her.

August 16, 2008 in brushes

She’s a beautiful young lady now.  She has grown to fit her dress, at least just enough.  Her hair down to her shoulders, distinguishes her features– the dark complexion of age.  I’ve been watching her for several minutes now.  She walks with ease and a confidence hard to categorize.  If I had to say it, [...]

(S)he’s Calling Your Call

August 2, 2008 in brushes

“Let me out,” said the man on the corner.  Standing steady while others passed, wind whistling and the sunlight fading.  “Let me out,” he said, looking this way then that.  To one corner the sidewalk forked, a beautifully paved street continued.  That’s where the cars drove.  A woman stood, on the other corner.  She stood [...]

Laawn Yaw’n

July 31, 2008 in brushes

The darkness never described it.  And if you said it was yellow, I would never believe you.  But, then, what is that outside.  Tonight, as the sprinklers turn on and all that can be heard is water dropping.  In the heat of summer, in this little park.  The kids were up a little while ago, [...]

Null-logic.

July 27, 2008 in brushes, letter

As lines meet, at the end of the road, do they cross?  Can lines, like ideas, cross?  Remember an idea- that little Notion, determinate and simple.  “An Idea has two sides,” Hegel said,  “The positive and negative side, making-up it’s appearance.”  Of course we only see one-side, normally, the positive side.  Even if, the positive [...]

Answers, in blinking. To: You.

July 9, 2008 in brushes

I don’t think you should call me– aesthete, aesthete.  Those words don’t sound right coming from your mouth.  As they strike me, carving a shoreline around my body.  As if I cared about the meaning of my body, as if this body could dance– like you thought.  As if it enjoyed the dew of a [...]

In Waiting– then wait and ask for more.

July 1, 2008 in brushes, figurative

Everything is getting easier.  The pain of novelty is slowly fading. Those chance events, striating bodies are healing.  looking at my belly, watching it raise like a small mound and flatten like it was commanded, I think of Jonah.  Screaming, “Where is the light!  I will not touch these disgusting walls.”  Jonah, now left to [...]