I believe in goodness.
I still do.
I believe in goodness and its power to flood
over
and to get all
over and
all into
everything.
I believe in it as a practice.
Great Collaborations
And it’s good to see that the Earth Loves Artists (…sorta.)
“refugee” you … wade on.
solids. mass. earth. dirt. continents. its them that are the minority.
Public installation by Bansky and the Sky. Venice Floodings. Photographed by Rosanna Codino
just saw this...
and it sent me into a deeper silence...
got me thinking about that space... (or...the spaces???)... or....or the total absence of either....
the space between a human being knowing that something needs to be done...
and............................(what?)................................(who?)...........(when?!)..................(they) ...................(someone).....................................(nausea)...............(waiting)............. (accepting....((.no..its not that.its suppressing)) ((eating and swallowing it)))..................................(fearing it)..................................................................(evading it).......................................................(fearing and evading self.) .........................................................................................................(thinking) ...............................(and thinking)...........................................(and thinking)..............................................................................(and thinking).............................................................................................................................DOING.
medula oblongatas....
brainstems.......
animals...
insects....
and other such masters of instincts
where there is no space between signal.....and ACTION.
yes... God...please close the gap in me between signal and action.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
well… this site was supposed to be getting a bit of a face lift…but looks like the face-lifter…. made some changes i wasn’t expecting….sooooooo…. bear with things being a bit funky please….. apparently…i’m under construction!
(aren’t we all!)
listening...
ever feel like crying for no reason
no sadness.
no bawling.
no anger.
no nothing.
rabbit ear antennas sticking out from my heart.
a transistor radio screeching
more like.. why a dog whines during the storm...
they hear It..Something coming...they feel It for sure...
i hear It. Something coming.
and i can feel It for sure.
Allergies
Im becoming more and more...
increasingly allergic to captivity.
of all forms.
on all levels.
(see spot run.)
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(i've always been good
at seeing spiderwebs in the air.
that one floating thingy. caught mid air makes it easy. but even without...
the light is my friend. sun and moon.
laying a track of visibility on it's sticky thread.
stay free.)
African Geneaolgy
there is a woman in white. walking in ellipses...
and my mind keeps hearing the words "we are family."
broken narratives.
cosmic genealogy.
african genealogy.
"ah..okay..so you're a pure black-american" he said to me.
I got life.
I got my hair...my head... I got my brains...I got my ears. I got my eyes...I got my nose...got my mouth. I got my smile... i got my tongue...I got my chain...got my neck got my boobies...got my heart got, got my soul...
Got my heart, got my soul.
Got my heart, got my soul.
Got my heart, got my soul.
Got my heart, got my soul.
Got my heart, got my soul.
Got my heart, got my soul.