Lapis Lazuli

coming at you live....from Texas.....

Something's Brewing

Power: Steeping
Meditation on Cracked Fissures
AY1, N30
Linguist

foiled again

somehow twilight happened in multiple dimensions, again, of course, and i missed the bus to the one i live in. sorta. um.

gee whiz, Pënz.

sorry :(

My day yesterday

Art Day 30, Twilight

Plague No 10: Muzak

Art Day 30, Twilight
The Conceptualist

siento mal.

wah.

fathom over water

I can't

seem

to

And which gates are those?

Sunday rainy morning

i hate it when i'm presented with the choice to be productive or be lazy and have fun.

For Shelagh
All my love,
Edgar

Holding Power

Whooo! House of Poop!

Man, how'd ya'll know I love talking about poop?!

before my way out

No Smoking

Eyes on Surprise
AY1, N29

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

Why the art day? One.

‘‘What we are seeing today is extraordinary. Where for centuries humans and elephants lived in relatively peaceful coexistence, there is now hostility and violence. Now, I use the term ‘violence’ because of the intentionality associated with it, both in the aggression of humans and, at times, the recently observed behavior of elephants.’’

But in ‘‘Elephant Breakdown,’’ a 2005 essay in the journal Nature, Bradshaw and several colleagues argued that today’s elephant populations are suffering from a form of chronic stress, a kind of species-wide trauma. Decades of poaching and culling and habitat loss, they claim, have so disrupted the intricate web of familial and societal relations by which young elephants have traditionally been raised in the wild, and by which established elephant herds are governed, that what we are now witnessing is nothing less than a precipitous collapse of elephant culture. -- from the NYT, 10/08/06

You too, sis?
Yeah.
Me too.

Choco Jasus!

My Sweet Lord by Cosimo Cavallaro.
Photograph: Mary Altaffer/AP

Grocery shopping was exhausting.

Ps--I'm stepping on faith here since my last 2 days of posts never
showed up. Penz: I still love you!

Art Day 29, Twilight

Plague No 9: Kissinger

Art Day 29, Twilight

The Conceptualist

I heard it............

"CAR WASH!!! CAR WASH!!! Come on!!!! Jesus loved you, he died for you, get your CAR WASHED!!"

estampilla

What now feels like

equals one fathom

It's Noon

and a Sphinx is sitting somewhere in the world, wondering about its next riddle.

Wednesday.

Perhaps I can take my defeat, and turn it around?

Main Entry: defeat
Part of Speech: verb
Definition: To win a victory over, as in battle or a competition.
Synonyms: beat, best, conquer, master, overcome, prevail against, rout, subdue, subjugate, surmount, triumph over, vanquish, worst

Hmm.

You are nothing.

yum...........

If you're in the mood

For fun multi-media distraction, follow the link by clicking on the image below:


Work by Robert Craddock

Liberation & Resistance: Everywhere I Go

"I'm Gonna Let It Shine"
Matzoh, horseradish & wine on everlasting light & hope
Art Year 1. Night 28ish.
Linguist

I've missed you. I've longed to feel the click of the keyboard under my fingers, to watch as language, realities are created in immaterial form. I've been disconnected. Unplugged. In a wholly physical reality that does not make room for virtual existence. But I've missed you. I've surprised myself with the longing arising from your absence. Find myself jumping into you as early in the night as is feasibly possible for me. Twilight brought me dragonflies and butterflies. Roses and apparitions. Alas, I feel content to be here. Right here. Right now. In this amorphous, tenuous space.

Process or Product?

Which is more important? Ohhhh, the neverending question.....

Art Day 28, Twilight

Plague No. 8: The Death of the Poets

Art Day 28, Twilight
The Conceptualist

thoughts upon waking....

so, i've always had this dream to be a mermaid. but not just any mermaid. a magical one, that would be human when i wanted, and mermaid when i was near water and CHOSE to show my fishy self. pretty magical, right?
Anyway, so while looking at mermaid pictures online this morning, i realized that mermaids wouldn't be so beautiful in real life. they are always portrayed as these thin, beautiful white women, with long, luxourius hair, and fair, smooth skin....

In reality, they've been swimmin around in sea water their whole lives. sea water full of fish poop. I imagine, if i came upon a mermaid while walking along the beach at 6am, it would be the scariest thing ever. She would have pale, nearly transparent skin. her hair would be completely tangled around her body, because, ya know, shes been swimming around with it for like 20 years.
she would be tiny, more like gnome sized. her eyes would be huge, and vacant. her nose would be flat, and gill like. or she would have a giant hole on her head/back. her teeth would be jagged. her fingers would be webbed. and she'd probably be so busy ripping into the fleshy part of some crab she just caught, that she wouldn't even notice me.
she wouldnt sing to me, take me on a magical trip to the depths of the ocean to show me her mer-city. no.....
she'd just be gross.

sometimes it's sad growing up and coming to these realizations.

Have a great Sunday, everybody!

Hard like me.

Kind of, Edgar. Kind of.

Elemental Materials: Horizon Line

British Abolition Images

On an island in the sea

"Orange is the color of my revolution"
Negritude on infiniphonic vibration.
For Aime Cesaire (rip)
On Poem-in-Your-Pocket-Day
AY1, N28
Linguist

from Cahier D'un Retour Au Pays Natal (Notebook of a Return to My Native Land):

and here at the end of this daybreak my virile prayer
that I hear neither the laughter nor the screams, my eyes
fixed on this town which I prophesy, beautiful,
grant me the savage faith of the sorcerer
grant my hands the power to mold
grant my soul the sword's temper
I won't flinch. Make my head into a figurehead
and as for me, my heart, do not make me into a father nor a brother
nor a son, but into the father, the brother, the son,
nor a husband, but the lover of this unique people.

--Aime Cesaire (1913-4/17/2008)

look, if i loved you.....

I feel lighter and lighter each day!

through recognition and reflection, I'm coming to many conclusions.

I feel good about this.

Art Day 27, Twilight

Plague No. 7: Currents


Art Day 27, Twilight
The Conceptualist

Feelings

Andy Warhol

"I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”

I feel this way about the intensity of my thoughts. Entering a new land is so fucking scary.

everything can be woven

Elemental Material
1. duct tape

Happy Birthday Mrs. Horton

"Two wings won't hurt nothin!"
-the Late Great Mrs. Ann Ghee Horton
B. April 15, 1929

Something for sometime

From: owlyshadowpuppets.com

Too much psychology

The DSM-IV-TR, a widely used manual for diagnosing mental disorders, defines Atypical Depression as a subtype of depression or dysthymia, characterized by Atypical Features:

A. Mood reactivity (i.e., mood brightens in response to actual or potential positive events)
B. At least two of the following:
Significant weight gain or increase in appetite ("comfort eating")[3]
Hypersomnia (sleeping too much, as opposed to the insomnia present in melancholic depression)
Leaden paralysis (i.e., heavy, leaden feelings in arms or legs)
Long-standing pattern of interpersonal rejection sensitivity (not limited to episodes of mood disturbance) that results in significant social or occupational impairment
C. Criteria are not met for Melancholic Depression or Catatonic Depression during the same episode.
By the ICD-10 classification, it will fall in the category of F32 or F39.

Starting Over

Sometimes...

by Louise Bourgeois