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The Looking Glass

It was how we decided to see ourselves, tailored to a fit of original distortion, which, over time, would be clarified to a point of unimaginable error and distraction.   (First ever TV image, 1926)

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Rending on High

The angel is not nice, nor sweet as pie in the sky or Disneyified to package the ecstasy as something more benignly palatable, no, the angel is radically explicit, unfiltered, and true to its cause, exacting the swiftest deepest means … Continue reading

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Ryokan Was Here

Is it lonely, hmmm? Single tree fondled by the moist fingers of mist.    

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The Source

Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters and sons; they go, infused with … Continue reading

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Ray Bradbury Presents…

Time and again inventing wings on the way down and in Ray lived according to Imagination’s standard and grinned while risking it all on the first and last word.

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Radiance Do Dance

Sometimes it is a breakaway of color, a kaleidoscopic spray and rupture that does the trick in convincing the light to warm your veins and stay a little while longer.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha

Beatitude earned by way of human cruelty– The head count, shameful.   (Film still from The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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The Way We Were

Something about sap, and scent, and leaving everything behind to avoid death by porcelain, and usher in the right rain in real-time. They had grown sick of being someone else’s decoys engineered to lure in god knows what on a … Continue reading

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Grayscale

For millennia, a cross that stones bear nobly– mute throughout the din.   (Installation by Yoko Ono)

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This Side of Paradise

Marshaling heaven the keys to the kingdom find writers typing.  

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