Monday, January 5, 2009

reaching


i'm
without even
a game. cut

off.
my own
doing. now what.

2 comments:

  1. the poem goes so perfectly with the art here.

    they are both such light vectors of uncertainty.

    but hovering nonetheless.

    both in visual art
    and in poetry
    you create your
    own language.

    luminous idiolects are good things.

    language is a cloud of knowing.

    but i think there is a cloud of unknowing too.

    i'm not sure which produces more things.

    DEFENSIVE BUDDHA

    the vine said.

    i'm not trying to be all vatic and shit.

    just precise.

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  2. thank you and thank your vine, too.

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