Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Who had done this to you?
You looked in the mirror
through slashes on your face
to see slashes on the face in the mirror
and on that girls shoulder
too.
Raise the hands.
Abrasions next to scars
and your eyes looking.
What happened last night?
There was the gardening,
the weeding and smoking,
the drinking and weeding.
The tulips, their containers,
the rake and the breeze.
There was the phone, busy.
There was the owl that came
detached from the looming pine
as day gave way.
There were the tulips
still glowing lavender
in the last light
and the phone,
still busy.
Maybe a walk.
Maybe something else.
Not the owl,
talons outstretched.
But the night itself
descending
and its prey
carried away
as is the order of things.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
interrupting my attempt to finish out my photo-writing project to quickly jot down the spider dream.
will leave out a buncha bits re: the boys shower/bathing room (uh-huh) and the long view of the quad, I guess where I was to put paintings, etc.
I am meeting my perspective class somewhere other than the usual room. we've been on break and I don't think they will show but one by one they do, including one student with a big long gold, crumpled drawing. I suggest he crumple it strategically for texture to hide the unfortunate damage. (I think the dream was doing a little product placement because he was using a stick of Neo Megilp. it was gold and gorgeous. I might get some today, though it doesn't come in a stick).
Okay, so I'm holding class on a landing above the stairs. There had been a giantfucking spider web at the bottom that I hadn't noticed much. I begin to start talking about 3 point perspective, knowing that the instruction will be perfectly timed for the two hours we have left. And then a GIANTfucking spider zips across the wall in front of me and goes and lays down (he's that big - at least a foot by a foot, black and hairy and unbeLIEVABLY dangerous, clearly). When he lays down he drops one arm back like a monkey and goes completely grey for a minute and kindof translucent. I then realize that this is the Monkey Spider who, this is silly but it was scary, sucks out your brain and leaves your skull there like an empty helmet and you don't die right away but you are immediately half of who you were.
I don't know if we start moving before he talks but he TALKS! What did he say? I so want to remember. He had the deepest, sexiest voice though! Slow and confident. Resonant bass. Wow.. Dangerous!
We all ran down the stairs and away but i said, "oh, my purse!" and my student, Chad, ran back to get it. And i said, "No, Chad! No, Chad!" and the Monkey spider zipped down the bannister
... but chad was safe.
Whew.
Weird one.
There's got to be some dumb pun in there somewhere.
But, no dangling chad. I dunno.
On now to more peculiar pics and poemsies. Almost through this material. I look forward to moving on and have a new suite of paintings I want to do after the show that will help me get over the potential post-show doldrums. Not sure if my installation idea will come together. ...Times a burnin'. Later, Blog!
will leave out a buncha bits re: the boys shower/bathing room (uh-huh) and the long view of the quad, I guess where I was to put paintings, etc.
I am meeting my perspective class somewhere other than the usual room. we've been on break and I don't think they will show but one by one they do, including one student with a big long gold, crumpled drawing. I suggest he crumple it strategically for texture to hide the unfortunate damage. (I think the dream was doing a little product placement because he was using a stick of Neo Megilp. it was gold and gorgeous. I might get some today, though it doesn't come in a stick).
Okay, so I'm holding class on a landing above the stairs. There had been a giantfucking spider web at the bottom that I hadn't noticed much. I begin to start talking about 3 point perspective, knowing that the instruction will be perfectly timed for the two hours we have left. And then a GIANTfucking spider zips across the wall in front of me and goes and lays down (he's that big - at least a foot by a foot, black and hairy and unbeLIEVABLY dangerous, clearly). When he lays down he drops one arm back like a monkey and goes completely grey for a minute and kindof translucent. I then realize that this is the Monkey Spider who, this is silly but it was scary, sucks out your brain and leaves your skull there like an empty helmet and you don't die right away but you are immediately half of who you were.
I don't know if we start moving before he talks but he TALKS! What did he say? I so want to remember. He had the deepest, sexiest voice though! Slow and confident. Resonant bass. Wow.. Dangerous!
We all ran down the stairs and away but i said, "oh, my purse!" and my student, Chad, ran back to get it. And i said, "No, Chad! No, Chad!" and the Monkey spider zipped down the bannister
... but chad was safe.
Whew.
Weird one.
There's got to be some dumb pun in there somewhere.
But, no dangling chad. I dunno.
On now to more peculiar pics and poemsies. Almost through this material. I look forward to moving on and have a new suite of paintings I want to do after the show that will help me get over the potential post-show doldrums. Not sure if my installation idea will come together. ...Times a burnin'. Later, Blog!
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