Every night it circles around
We park our words next to each other
Hoping to catch spirits in flight
Holding patterns
Runways too short to clear
Every night circles about me
In quiet destitute
Waiting for signals to land
These hands have a memory of it's own
They remember the thin belt around your waist
They hold as our bodies shifted to music and rhythm
These memories are recast into dreams
Years later I dream that I danced
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Wanted
i wanted to simplify
ur misfit
i wanted fuel
u wanted to burn
i wanted the taste
and afterwards
take ur hand
to my sternum
hear the little tin drum
rattle beneath ur palm
u wanted to burn clean
i didn't let u
there were charred remains
that i could have use to chart a course
of course
i wanted to draw lines
just for u
i wanted to simplify
ur misfit
i wanted fuel
u wanted to burn
i wanted the taste
and afterwards
take ur hand
to my sternum
hear the little tin drum
rattle beneath ur palm
u wanted to burn clean
i didn't let u
there were charred remains
that i could have use to chart a course
of course
i wanted to draw lines
just for u
Monday, September 22, 2003
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch sudty at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are; the
olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the
rghit pclae.
The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit mcuh
porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter
by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Fcuknig amzanig huh?
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are; the
olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the
rghit pclae.
The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit mcuh
porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter
by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Fcuknig amzanig huh?
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Charles Simic - The Academy of American Poets: "Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth."
-.-
my find for watermelon
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth."
-.-
my find for watermelon
Friday, September 19, 2003
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Friday, September 05, 2003
Easyjournal - Account Management Home
Artist Statement for Seattle Public Arts.doc
Architecture has always been in the background of my work in photography and paintings. Whether it’s abstraction or the figurative work, I try to find the structure that underlay a composition or a body. The emphasis on light in architecture made me aware of photography as a tool to capture the expressive light and colors. I am always trying to pursue the elusive feeling and mood of experiences and structure it in a way that evokes an emotion in the viewer.
These paintings in the Temple Series serve as a blueprint for my idea of the temple. I had read two short stories that paralleled each other: ‘The Circular Ruin’ by Jorges Luis Borges and ‘The Circular Valley’ by Paul Bowls. Both are about the abandon place of worship. I like the relationship between the sacred and the profane. Even in ruins, the place still had the power to mesmerize me. I was lucky enough to have visited a few of these places in Poznan, Poland.
The Gates Series commemorate a series of markers along a mythical and metaphoric journey. It is a memory of travels, physical or metaphysical. These Gates are guides, beacon into an imaginary landscape of lush feelings and thoughts.
Artist Statement for Seattle Public Arts.doc
Architecture has always been in the background of my work in photography and paintings. Whether it’s abstraction or the figurative work, I try to find the structure that underlay a composition or a body. The emphasis on light in architecture made me aware of photography as a tool to capture the expressive light and colors. I am always trying to pursue the elusive feeling and mood of experiences and structure it in a way that evokes an emotion in the viewer.
These paintings in the Temple Series serve as a blueprint for my idea of the temple. I had read two short stories that paralleled each other: ‘The Circular Ruin’ by Jorges Luis Borges and ‘The Circular Valley’ by Paul Bowls. Both are about the abandon place of worship. I like the relationship between the sacred and the profane. Even in ruins, the place still had the power to mesmerize me. I was lucky enough to have visited a few of these places in Poznan, Poland.
The Gates Series commemorate a series of markers along a mythical and metaphoric journey. It is a memory of travels, physical or metaphysical. These Gates are guides, beacon into an imaginary landscape of lush feelings and thoughts.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Sunday, August 31, 2003
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Diaryland members area
i went for the morning jog and found three wood piece which i scan.
i always find something interesting on my walk to the track. I've seen carcass of cats and birds. I've picked up a honey comb cardboard.
i went for the morning jog and found three wood piece which i scan.
i always find something interesting on my walk to the track. I've seen carcass of cats and birds. I've picked up a honey comb cardboard.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
