Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

well, the eagle has landed. portland was gorgeous, and what i've seen of astoria so far all i can say is it's cozy and out of the way. i've only been here 5 minutes and i can feel the ocean from here already, and it is indeed pacific. the west is my homeland, and the pacific is my home ocean. always...

And so a new storm begins, wintering, icicles suckling the gutters of rooves, cars parked paradoxically, damned if you don't and damned if you do. And me, freed as a golden leaf, migrating south-westerly, radically tempestuously and poetically uninhibited. Finally liberated, I've come out of hiberna...

ghosts of seasons past
regnerating relentlessly
ghosts of seasons present
entwining together presently
ghosts of seasons future
tickets towards unchallengable destiny.

backpack expanding with anticipation
clean laundry rolled into spiralling vibrations
bootsoles itching with western migration
frozen ink thawing with notions of poetic destinations.

snowflakes under streetlights fall with the air of angel feathers sweet as the breath of a girl asleep carrying the winterdrift deeper into a midnight crystalline oblivion echoing along endless tunnels of silence pillow soft as blushing lips snowfall as silent and dark and delicious as a hidden wint...

all from backstage, most of my photos came up hopelessly dark and grainy, but somehow, sometimes, that works... http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/Vaselina/macbeth/macbeth005.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/Vaselina/macbeth/macbeth006.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/Vaselina/m...

days scented with holly
nights brimming with jolly
are busting out of the storage closet
to frolic rampantly
dampeningly merrily
winter fires warm autumn's breeze
indoor thaw melts outdoor's freeze

i've got five minutes waiting for the upload and the flow begins to unleash it's lowdown i've got a blizzard of spirits brewing by midnight simmering to pour out the heart's delights on wintery west coast nights spirits mulled with spices long stored for no reason re-emerging finally in this new fre...

and i'm letting myself out unleashed, unhooked, unzipped unrestricted leniency of whim unlimited creativity beginning to ooze in thru cracks in foundations and leaks around windows gaps in the calendar and underground vibrations obligations shifting separating like the red sea biblical in proportion...

defensive blood boils
i will count to five, seven...
transcending tirade.

the Tragically Hip, a Canadian band i don't believe you get much of in the USA. they'll be opening for the Rolling Stones tomorrow in Moncton, and i'm sure they'll be singing this song which they released a number of years ago... New Orleans Is Sinking Alright, Bourbon blues on the street, loose and...

i'm confused by something .... and maybe this seems trivial, compared to all the destruction and loss, but i just don't understand it. why is it that in every article i read, in every newscast i hear about the looting and chaos that is happening in New Orleans right now, i hear the mention of rapes?...

ever get the feeling the earth is pissed off at us?

sweet!! see now i might paint the whole room pristine white, remove all ornamentation, perhaps texture up all the surfaces with plaster, give it a Greek, rough, handmade feel. especially those columns. rip out that shrine and plant a big cushiony bed right there! and take everything else out of the ...

i love those black-eyed susans. can almost smell them thru the screen. i'd rather sit in their inspiration than daunted in the shadows of all that dizzying ornamentation. blinding gold makes no peaceful shrine for me, but rather sets off red alerts. guess i'm just a sun worshipper at heart.