Sunday, April 30, 2006

for the love of

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
- Alan Watts

There are some sixteen million colours to choose from and purple in all its various hues is one of the more pleasant in this eye.

As though pink were somehow inclined to be purple but for the fiery red temper boiling within, some tree spreads so brief a floral display then fades it away.

Boxed into a linear logical world the scientific mind seeks the freedom it can find when it does the thinking outside the castle of opinions and prejudice.

With one eye on the abstract the distribution of the flow is calculated to go in three directions at once.

Like the sundial designed to show the time it's only a a certain moment in the day that the sun makes the rock smile.

Even shadowed the familiar pattern of flower like haunting refrain brings the memory of pain the strings as lines sing a sad song.

Alive in the spring light the shadows grow substance and smile a little differently each day.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

oh see de-light

What I dream of is an art of balance.
- Henri Matisse (1869 - 1954)

Like a cup of red sunshine, one stray boulevard flower, stands in blatant contrast to its surroundings.

Deep seated within the design manufactured to proclaim individuality in concept, uniqueness in representation of the collective, is the function for the craft it designates, when we invented the toothed wheel our ability to move as fast as lightning strikes the ground was only matched by the stars in the sky at night.

A slightly scary if not extremely odd random blog entry I discovered tonight.

Today Sophia went out and poo poo in the nappy. We had to come back to change her. Yesterday daddy when carried her from the cot, hit her head at the side, what a cry lah.

inside outer space

taking shape without form
the return to the normalcy
of predictable routine
does a number to alleviate
the restricted thought stream
and set free the hounds
baying at moons under misted trees
so the edges of confusion will dissipate
on the breeze that eliminates
any kind of judgement

so freed then
that the form dictating substance
contains no bounds
to keep things in place
spatial object defined by the way
letters fall in a line
to elucidate the space held
in a mind that has no substance

tapped in like a computer wire
leads to the rest of the world
the underlying pulse
is from a heart beat that sits
in a hand grasped within
a circle of dark surrounded by light
and nothing interrupts
the consistent flow

Friday, April 28, 2006

cages are only relative

We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
- H. G. Wells

Deep at the heart of the matter where colour determines mood, there's a lot of vibrant emotion at work.

Trapped behind a blue sky cage whose bars restrain nothing, coddled flowers suffer the imaginary boundaries.

Anticipating a step that makes the balance only as precise as the moment is willing to allow action is implied through light.

I was really surprised she let the bird sit on her shoulder. This parrot had a few words like hello and see ya, but the best was the imitation of a laugh. It was extremely contagious.

Rather than be too blatant about the thoughts in his head, he merely stood in the right place and let the sun do the talking for him. (relax: poetic license)

Once they crossed the line it was time to enact the process that redefined a copy of a moment into a step through time.

Without any real substance, sunshine seeks certification through symbolic use of colour and shapes.

Further proof that even upon the lid of the container of used experience, galaxies appear at random as the universe manifests everywhere.

Always looking for someone to pay attention to its face the spirit of the rock manifests again in my visual space.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

eyeballs give life

In this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great teachers try to tell us, what one lama refers to as "the precision and openness and intelligence of the present*." The purpose of meditation practice is not enlightenment; it is to pay attention even at unextraordinary times, to be of the present, nothing-but-the-present, to bear this mindfulness of now into each event of ordinary life. To be anywhere else is to "paint eyeballs on chaos**."
- Peter Matthiessen
* Chogyam Trungpa; ** Dogen Zenji

Alien space craft landing in the eye of the solar flower. The Passion flower (Passiflora) so named for the baroque and grotesque display only alluring to the strange. Thank you Walmart!

The center piece of focus textured like layers of sunlight spill through space to be mocked by the tiny face of a flower.

The farther away the clearer the spaces between become and the collective combination reveals the calculated shape placed perfectly in the middle of the invisible.

As motion implied in the flight of imagination as the segmented sunbeam travels from one side to the other without ever leaving its chair.

Right where the glare of the orb of fire hidden behind gray cloud glows in reflection, the resurrection of the face that sees through all disguises and speaks silent but clear sound.
eyeballs give life

sharp edged
as blade of steel finely honed
is balanced upon by the breath
perfect precision
without attention

this craft
though plied through murky waters
in the depth of a gray cloud existence
interminable - jumbled
like paths through dense with opinions
and darkness corridors of time
adventure wasted
when the spiral inevitably returns
the feet to here

broken out of chair hold
finger holds pencil
like a brush to stroke away ego
and leave the fine dust sprinkles
to settle to the floor

hurricane confusion glides across
the slate like a lesson learned
and the merry prankster
paints eyeballs on the chaos

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

crazy does crazy

When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
- Hermann Hesse

Take a picture from the flower.
But it hasn't opened yet.
But I want one from it right now.
The single red flower, accented with a slight tinge of yellow, is stranded alone on the edge of the hill. A stray seed from a yard on a passing wind found ground here to return each spring before someone plucks it away. Greets the day with its brilliance, catches the wary eye of the child.

Spiral design as gilded edge, enhanced by the details, ornate turns ordinary to something more than useful.

Colour shape and texture positioned with nothing in mind but implied by the way pink is a colour of flesh.

With no other place to go one must follow the lines that lead to the manifestation of light into coloured balloons.

Beyond the tenuous blue layer distorted by inclusion a place waits with a gate that is other than here.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

another perspective

He not busy being born is busy dying.
- Bob Dylan

Convex curve curls lines so the closer things appear the more objective they become.

Textured by a painter's soft brush the bark of the tree steps from the surreal to feel like wood.

Monkey see monkey do! Nothing like a little blood flowing to the head for the ultimate 'natural' headrush!

In continual motion the movement in the frame is purely mental as the brain processes the monster on the chair and the bicycle wheel ready to roll.

Contrast in green ripples to life, flower faces turn to become the sun they seek, in yellow colour and flare of flame from the heart.

Monday, April 24, 2006

settled into pattern

In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.

- Lao Tzu

Gathered like a team they rise from a black backdrop and evoke their contrast as part of their essence for existence.

Like sweet candy the luscious center beckons the insects to come explore this special concoction for satisfaction.

Gradually changed over time the lines of the beach tell a story without words or voice, slowly like paint seeps into canvas.

Radiating from a central point engineered to take the stress and spread its effect in concentric rings like the burst of a star sends waves of distortion throughout the vacuum of space.

The rocks have eyes manufactured under intense pressure in an ancient laboratory where some scientist invented the mountain and infused it with his spirit.

Feeling the forest inside the trees even when it's impossible to touch the illusory leaves.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

stump signs

Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.
- Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy) US comedian & ventriloquist (1903 - 1978)

thick white drop

of rain perhaps
sprays skin
as it almost brushes
cheek to splat
at the feet
yellow and gray
and white and thick
beside the step just taken
the proximity too close
to measure
the timing too precise
to be merely chance

a bird shit in my face today
but for the least
of space between

I returned to the scene of the near fatal shit bombing and sure enough the remnants of the close brush with nasty lay splattered on pavement shaped like some fallen angel who missed the kiss of fate.

Come, sit, talk awhile, so I sat and tried to ignore the face in the rock leering at me as I tried to look away then resolved to record for another day the scientific evidence to prove pareidolia is not just imagination run wild.

Caustically carved into the face of stone a discovered landscape is alien in form.

Only the broken-hearted know the colour of the ache of love lost and it is brown.

The defining line between the written the shadowed and the real merges to become one statement caught in the act of creation.

Locked. Really, the barbed wire is kind of overkill. After all anyone could just walk around the gate to get in

Star vista pattern laid in the sand to send the aliens the signal as to where the weirdos live.

Friday, April 21, 2006

with water comes wet

Great good is said to be like water, sustaining life with no conscious striving, flowing naturally, providing nourishment, found even in places which desiring people reject. In this way it is like the Tao itself.
- Lao Tzu

Implied, by the temporary containment, of certain molecules, suspended in motion, shaped by laws of gravity, defined, identified as something, ever changing, frozen like spirit resides, in a shell of skin, long enough to give in, to the hide and seek game, the water plays.

It's really unclear what this scribbled garbage poetry of an artist never recognized as more than criminal is trying to define except Y do the lines between acceptable and deformed have to be something that's crossed.

Clarity comes in small windows for the curious to peer beyond the frosted illusion to see the other side.

Mouse-eared cartoon character rides the suspension of disbelief and coyote never falls until he sees only air beneath his feet.