Posts filed under “Art”

Don’t touch the art

I went to the local art gallery while they had a big Alberto Giacometti exhibit. Giacometti was a sculptor and his figures are very elongated and textured. The proportions are alien, but expressive. I wanted to touch them so badly, but, of course, that wasn’t allowed. So much art seems made to be touched, especially […]

Of course you choose your life’s direction?

To this bone tambourine there is repetition but no script To this bone tambourine lying quietly in A suit is a dried rind that at one time slid Underwater it finds a tree that offers directions for Rest for mimicking arms and legs allows one To stop all the shaking approximate direction To this bone […]

Ill living

Once, when I was much much younger, I told someone I trusted that every day I chose to live. I thought this person might understand something of what it was to live with chronic migraine. But they ordered a wellness check and our interactions turned achingly distant and coldly professional. I am reading the October […]

From “Where the Forests Breathe”

Nobody knows how little we know about this forest. And nobody knows how much time we have to piece it all together either, nor how many mistakes we can make and survive. So best believe the ineffable gives life to what we can love and revere, as when we revel in the vine maple’s red […]

Life on the internet is life

What I did find were many vibrant and surprisingly active communities of the Post-Left; anti-civilization eco-anarchist groups scattered across various chat servers. Their style is witty and cutthroat, radically inclusive, multicultural, LGBTQ, pro-diversity, posting twenty-four hours a day at the speed of 4chan; “race/class/gender is a social construct and we must do away with all […]