January 2010
5 posts
IT STARTS FROM THE PREMISE THAT REALITY IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE.
I CUT THINGS UP IN PHOTOSHOP
TO RETURN THEM TO THEIR NATURAL STATE.
INSENSIBLE, UNKNOWABLE AND WILD.
PATTERNS EMERGE. AS THEY DO IN ALL SUFFICIENTLY COMPLEX TURBULENCES.
IT’S CHAOS AS A POEM.
A LOVELETTER TO EVERYTHING
ALL AT ONCE.
MY FALCON IS ACTING OUT. DIED HIS FEATHERS PINK. STARTED WRITING AGAIN.
ALL THE LIGHTNINGS ARE BORED IN THE BACKYARD. THEY’VE SMOKED ALL THE ZEBRA AND DONE ALL THEIR MATHS.
SUDDEN TRUMPETS COULDN’T ROUSE THEM.
THE MIDGETS ROAMING IN THE FIELD (IN THE RAIN) HAVE THEIR OWN INTERESTS. THEIR OWN MUSICS.
THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL AND FREE.
I DISSOLVED SEVERAL MISMATCHED HOURS INTO A...
I STUCK MY FINGER IN THE GROUND AND PUSHED A TREE UP IN CHINA.
I SUCKED THE SKY INTO MY LUNGS AND SUFFOCATED ALL THE DINOSAURS.
I SWALLOWED THE MOON AND POOPED OUT A WHALE THE SIZE OF THE MOON.
I GREW A TAIL WHICH GREW A MIND WHICH DECIDED IT’D RATHER NOT LIVE IN MY SHADOW, SO IT DETACHED ITSELF IN THE NIGHT AND SLITHERED OFF.
I SAW A GROUP OF TEENWOLFS DRINKING TEA, AND I LAUGHED...
I USED TO HAVE A BEST FRIEND. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL. WHEN SHE LAUGHED, WE WERE CHILDREN. GOLDEN IN OUR DELIGHT.
BUT ONE DAY SHE CALLED A WOLF AND A ZEBRA THAT THOUGHT IT WAS A WOLF. THEY CAME TO HER HEEL. SHE SCOOPED THEM UP AND SWALLOWED THEM WHOLE.
SHE DANCED. SHE DIDN’T LOOK AT MY EYES. THEN OTHER THINGS MATTERED TO HER MORE.
I WAS A LOT OF LIGHTNINGS FOR AWHILE. AND THEN I SWALLOWED...
