Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you so much Winddance, my friend. I love those old movies too. Nothing today compares to them in depth and the quality of their art. Movies like "Streetcar Named Desire" with Marlon Brando are the most artfully crafted ever.

John

Much thanks Mnaz my friend. Glad you liked this. I still have your book, Roundscape - Notes from Space, about your travels in the southwest. Coming from a writer of your gift your like means so much.

John

I love koto music. Japanese music at its finest. Thank you so much my friend. I couldn't have wished for a better reply.

John

Processional

Gentle rapids roll
Over sculpted sandstone
Sunken bowl in rocks
A natural cooler for round watermelon
Where sweet orb floats and rolls
In dark water cocoon
As planet rotates
Under sea of stars
Myriad worlds process
Over our campsite
Where we dream deeply
In night’s embrace

Sasha this was an amazing meshing of quantum physics and mythical mysticism. The mysterious crystal object becomes a kind of living thing that follows Neil into his dreams. Then the exorcism by fire with that strange happening of the smoke and flame left it as a kind of cosmic mystery experienced on...

I am so glad to see you still here and well Sasha my friend. I have missed your writing. I will never forget the series you wrote on your experiences after having had a stroke. Your account of your experience was fascinating as you described it all from the moment it happened to the hospital. You ha...

Thank you so much for reading winddance, my friend. Very glad to see you again as well. Happy to be back.

John

I. Bauhaus Fashionettes vs. the Discothèque Sirens A lone fashionette, in her Bauhaus solitude, is lost among the Discothèque Sirens whose glamour contrasts with her monochrome dress. But she learns disco moves from the Queen of the ball. A man asks her about the geometric patterns on her blouse and...

Typecast America America was an affair to remember With her boozy ballroom style Straight out of a Garbo movie But the actress got written out of the script In favor of a debutante with looks that kill But doesn’t know her screen personality From her suburban life in a station wagon With grunge rock...

American Cannibals America, your doors are closed You live in gated garrisons Where love is a dying rose Which once bloomed on Ellis Island But hasn’t been seen since armies of salvation Marched in Europe When foreign tongues were welcome From Brooklyn to New Orleans With Russian émigrés gathered in...

I couldn't agree more my friend. And his first term was bad enough for the immigrants. Now things have taken a bend sinister even worse and I couldn't have imagined back then.

John

Love this. Dreams such as this are the right antidote for this contemporary world.

John

Indeed, if I lived in the stone age I probably wouldn't have written much. I totally agree with your well articulated poem.

John

Seems government thugs are above the law. It makes one wonder if the law matters to those in power these days. When government officiated murder is legalized what is left of the law? We are no longer a nation of law and order but rather one in which the powerful can even get away with murder.

John

I think there is an old saying, forget where it comes from, but that a fish rots from the head. The corruption is so great that it seems it will lead to a breaking point. I am hoping sooner rather than later the mafioso regime taking over our government gets booted out. What they have done is loaths...