Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I used to believe
or at least convinced myself enough
to play the part for my parents
we went to church every Sunday
reciting Latin incantations
kneeling, standing, sitting
when told
to make sure we didn't stand out...

and then one day
in Physic 601
Kepler's equations appeared
after 2 days of ...

I didn’t need the brass-plated number on the front door to tell me this was the place, because they’d said it was at the end of a dead-end street, and I was there, and there it was: an old two-family house, dark brown with tan shutters, in a neighborhood of such houses converted to apartments. I ...

I use my iPhone for everything except work. I love my phone. It’s so much more portable than a laptop. The only time I turn on a computer is when I have a graphics job to do. 😉 I bet you’d really enjoy it if you started using it, Roy.



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ah, my iPhone paranoia seems to be showing... "Must be that damned iPhone!"... I stand corrected...

I can't enlarge them either on a desktop PC - It's how they've been uploaded. I don't know shit about iPhones, so don't ask me how they should be posted from one. I copy & paste them into an image browser instead.

McKenzie Trail
winding up & over ancient dunes
get the rhythm
each step pounds for emphasis
the drumbeat
inhale- stomp - exhale
the body
doing what it's told
the mind
monitoring the gauges
all systems go
the animal works
climb
do
rejoice
I ain't dead yet

I liken it more to blood pressure medication!

could be, couuld be....

two old men on the rail trail
approaching
one with a camera around his neck
one pedaling a bicycle
one enrapt in the ambience -
the flowers
the birds
lines, colors, light and shadow...
the other by the motion -
the crunch of gravel
the wind in his beard
kinesis, exertion, breathing...
they meet
a ...

sometimes
the jam goes quiet -
the keys repeat a little phrase
the bass a single note
the guitar a chord or two
and that's ok
inspiration needs a seed
as well as space
and sometimes
the players just gotta listen

that happens a lot when I'm writing - a piece I think is about one thing goes off in its own direction to become something else entirely. I'm working on something now that started vaguely as a tale of tribal identity, but is turning into a melancholy love story...

love it - abstract realism......

a wildflower
at the edge of a stream
bobbing in time to the water...

a child on a swing
shifting her weight
until her feet touch the sky...

a car stuck in snow
rocking back and forth
to break itself free...

it was right after kent state
one of my physics profs
filled a tabletop aquarium
with ...

 
new portrait
hung over a desk
unfilled void


family banter
falls quiet as we watch
a hummingbird


food and drink
ancient rituals
that live on

It is happening. And I don't believe for a second that it will stop in November - but I fervently hope that it will disrupt the machinery enough to allow repairs to start. I don't have a great deal of faith in the traditional Democratic leadership, though some of the newcomers seem promising; and if ...