Sounds
I am
Zam Zam
I go
Zoom Zoom
and even sometimes Boom Boom
along with a dhol / add to the dhol a boom boom
dhoom dhoom
Zam Zam
Zoom Zoom
Bam Bam
Boom Boom
Boom Shaka
Boom Boom
Boom shaka laka laka
Boom boom
I am
Zam Zam
If you don’t like me
I’ll go varoom varoom
Yam and Jam Maam
I yam I yam …
I luv sounds. I don’t like words … unless of course you consider things like Zam and Zoom to be words.
Hey … little kids will connect, even if adults wont.
Some sounds sound so the same to me that…
You give me one big huge word – BHW1 with 20 syllables and another big huge word – BHW2 with 34 syllables, and if syllable #17 of BHW1 and syllable #6 of BHW2 sound the same or similar, I will catch it. Or at least I’ve been able to do this in the past.
“ekka lekka hi mekka heiny ho mekka lekka hi mekka jamby ho” – Pee Wee Herman
“wrecka lecka mecca mic” ~ Run DMC
“two years ago, a friend of mine
asked me to say some MC rhymes
so I said this rhyme I’m about to say
the rhyme was meeca, and it went this way
wrecka lecka mecca mic … “
~
“Down With The King” ~ Run DMC
(Look it up on Youtube)
Bruddas an Sistahs …
praypare
Namaste and Bon Appetit
Ad something
Ad MToE???{need to confirm this} and also Ad JRJ
This flower a world
A whorl, a whirl, a swirl
These curls unfurled
I unpetal up the world
only to find a better world / another world ?
Twirl…?
Take 2
This flower a world
with whirls, twirls, swirls
I unworld the world
petal by petal
I loosen each curl
and unfurl the whorl ???
only to find yet another world
{not working …}
Why is Chicago called the Windy City?
Prayer:
Lord Holy Spirit
Please pour Yourself out on your people
and set us ablaze in prayer
May we be as incense and smoke
that are taken up to the Heavens
by the Wind
Threads to sow with ? Maybe … but most likely not.
Dr. W used the term ‘ripsnort’ the other day. I guess it means to breeze through something.
I like the word….
Uh …
rip hip hip
rip a dip dip
me shoot from the hip
and give you some lip
To a sick person … How are your mucous membranes doing today???
I am just doodling black holes w/ a bic pen
He da bamb! Da Bamb!
And along came a spider … Along came a tarantula
One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest and said … chirp chirp!
Piotr
Attention all personnel
Sacroiliac
Lets go Tokyo
Take 2
Hello!
How are you?
I am so so
-rry that I did
not make it to the the
-atre last night… Jus
-t kidding… I am
being facet
-ious. No really… ha h
-a! fasheshus!
finger lickin poetry … finger lickin dohicky
Dr. Zeuss
shindig, potluck, jingbang
Wasting time… I know I should study… but my eyes hurt and I am tired… so cant… but seem to have energy to do this …
Zam Zam -
peanut butter and jam
Dum diggety dig
Dum diggety dum
Yam In Christ,
~ Rajjilicious
Ruach Elohim (Spirit of God) – Take 1 – so far a mess
Ruach Elohim
Spirit of God
Brooding over the waters
Brood over us Holy Spirit
Brood over our lives
We are tohu wa bohu
formless and void
Darkness is over the surface of our deep
Ruach Elohim
Hover over us Spirit of God
Regenerate us!
Take us from darkness into light
Be breathed upon us and into us
Blow over us Spirit of God
Our lives are chaos … ack!
Blow through our lives
Take us from chaos to order
More on Bob the bub
Bob “Bobola playing with Ebola” Martin
Bob “Bobollato eating Gelatto” Martine
Bob “Bobulatto
mucho confabulato,
poco fibulato,
bloviato ostentato”
Martyn
Ice Cream and Gelatto
Going through Medulla Oblongato
From Scrapes to Scraps
I do not know who I am. I do not know what I am. I do not know where I am.
I do not quite know who I am…
yet, when I take to the pen,
then with the ink of my becoming,
I write out my being.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don’t like the rest, yet its still an exercise of thought.
I do not know what I am …
yet when my pen hits the paper,
I go from what to who
From being to becoming.
I do not know where I am,
yet I make my way
across the Void,
darting across the stepping stones
of being and becoming
More metaphors we live by
I’m feeling light headed
and heavy hearted.
Youre thick headed… thats what you are.
This is dense…
Apart from me you can do nothing…
Yes. Nothing.
Apart from God, we are blind, deaf, dumb, mute, senseless, and on top of it all … confused.
We are also without arms, without legs …
Then there is prayer.
Prayer is sight.
It is when we close our eyes, that we can see.
Prayer is ears.
Though we are deaf to the world, when we are in silence, we hear the Creator of the Universe
Prayer is hands.
When we clasp our hands and close our eyes,
we move mountains.
we are without arms, but in prayer we move the Himalayas and the Andes.
Indeed, we spin this globe on its axis.
Prayer is legs.
Though we become motionless before God,
we travel to India, China, Ireland, and back in a split second.
Scrapes
I am spinning the galaxies with a pen
exploring the cosmos on a piece of paper
whirling my pen,
creating black holes and ??? smearing dust clouds
Playing with whirlagiggi’s and thingamagiggi’s.
A galaxy spins inside of me… shooting out all things, large and small…
Small… the Particle Zoo…
boring borons,
happening hadrons,
leaping leptons – cunning rascals – slipping through from one end of space to another
bouncing bosons… they are heavy, so they need to bounce to shake of their weight.
Pi Mesons…
Large …
the Dwarf Stars,
Singing Nebulas, Crab Nebulas singing Cantata’s
With black on white, creating color.
All hail Immanuel,
God With Us
[the] fullness of Diety
treading the soil of humanity
Aurora Borealis Uber Alles
Calahari Calamari…
little man or big guy
The Mediator…
where dust and divinity meet
So there is Missio Dei … and there is missio Rajjie, missio Bobby, missio Ruthie, missio Jeremy … The mission of God in my life.
I tend to forget, that its about God getting me somewhere. Not simply, me trying to get myself somewhere.
Missio Desi(?)
Its like sitting in front of a boat, and rowing rowing rowing, and then hitting something, and the oars break… and then throwing a tantrum, and then noticing that the boat is still moving… and then turning around and seeing a big large guy rowing, and he’s wearing a t-shirt and on it it says, Dei.
Possible fbk status’es related to cooking
Meataphors we live by …
Rajjilicious is a …
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ breakfast
… is toast
… is a flake
… is corny
… a granola
… is bananas
… a fruitcake
… fed up
~~~~~~~ lunch
… is a bonehead
… is a meathead
… is a muttonhead
… is a fathead
~~~~~~~ dinner
… is full of baloney
I’ve missed something. I sense it. … and I guess we do not have very many food (!) metaphors to describe ourselves that are flattering.
~~~~~~~ ALL DAY
… is getting baked
The last one and the first one are not serious of course… I am just noting them.
~ Hajji Baba
A root toot toot…
I want to write… not quite for school… but I want to write a plant, a tree, from root to fruit – a leaf, a bud – and some shoots. And you … Dear Tree, what of your roots? Pls keep your roots. – Ab ke jo saavan aega.
I’ve got a galaxy swirling within me…
I don’t quite know whats going on. I left the work world to study theology… but all this stuff is happening within me. Leptons, gluons, muons are flying out of me.
Crab cantata
Crab nebula…
Orion nebula
cartwheel galaxy
sunflower galaxy
pinwheel galaxies
School starts again soon … oieey…. 1 more year … the summer was too short…
I think I’ll continue studying theo-
lo-
gy
But take a break and reconsider pursuing a P h -
D
And take a stab at writing instead …
Confetti
How Poetry Arrived … It was like confetti blowing in the air… out in Cambridge, MA, and on it were written words and phrases and fragments. So I started to grab a hold of some of them, and started looking at them.
Here is some more confetti blowing in the air.
CCan I purchase the Universe for a dollar? Or for a penny?
Can I trade it for a piece of aluminum called the paisa?
In my hands I hold a miracle … a miracle that I purchased for a dollar at a corner-store in the streets of Secunderabad.
I stole away to my hotel room, and opened up my hands, and …
out flowed the meadow flowers and the dripping lilies
out flew the cooing doves
out fell the shaken bamboo leaves
out grew the blossoming kadam trees, and
out poured the Ganges and the Godavari.
In my hands I hold a miracle … a miracle that I purchased for a dollar at a corner-store in the streets of Secunderabad.
———–
The Universe I have heard has been likened to a spinning top… or so I think that I have heard.
The Universe is a top that spins, not on the ground, but on a invisible and infinitesimal point.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* Note – I am here talking about Rabindranath Tagore’s book Lover’s Gift. I bought it for $50 rupees which is roughly a dollar.
~~~~~~~~~~
“I’ve got a whirlagiggi in my head”
“A whirl a what?”
“A whirlagiggi … a swirlagiggi … in my head”
“Huh?”
“Its sortof like this thing … a thingamagiggi.”
“Double huh?”
“a whirl a giggi”
“a giggle a giggy”
“a swirl, a whirl,
a whirl a whorl … and
add to that a twirl”
and
“wiggle some jiggy”
“swig some giggy”
“get back to a whirlagiggi”
Theological words that are high falootin : theo-falootin.
Philosophical words that are high falootin: philo-falootin.
~~~~
We have all heard of education. And I saw somewhere edumacation. What of eduvacation?
Here is what the Urban Dictionary says:
Eduvacation: definition – When one is on hiatus from the world of academia but intends on returning at some point in the future.
Ah… yes… 1 more year here, and after that I want to somersault out of here and into the world.
Holy delicious cow!
Horizon
All hail the God-Man
Jesus Christ, where
Heaven and earth unite
Sky and ground meet.
The abode of angels,
the abode of worms
one and together greet
All hail the Incarnation
Son of Man, Son of God where
yesterday meets tomorrow
kronos becomes kairos
the abode of the flesh becomes
the abode of the Word
And a new humanity dawned
escapes into eternity
~~~~~
Lord of the Join
Join of the Universe
All hail the Mediator
the waters below and the waters above
of the land and the skies
When philosophers drive you nuts …
Sometimes I think that …
School has done nothing for me but make be go from being a moron to an educated moron…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barbarian Habits (or perhaps ode to a barbarian)
Greetings Ladies and Barbarians,
Previously I had mentioned something about men in general being barbarians… and married men, in particular being domesticated barbarians… I was not quite sure how the idea got into my head, but it did. Here I would like to elaborate on this a bit more… Soooo? Here goes…
The Ways of the Barbarian …
Men are uncouth barbarians. They grunt, snort, sneer, and shamelessly make many other more embarrassing bodily noises. They all carry swords without exception – big ones and small ones, long swords and daggers. Their main activity and boast consists of conquest. Conquest is that of land. And when land has been conquered. they then boast of their exploits by conquering gulps of beer.
Clothing does not matter much to the barbarian. Any old rag will do, so long as it covers the privates. And of course this old rag can be worn several days at a time without washing. Clothing for barbarians is not a particularly complicated matter. Every morning, when a decision has to be made as to what to wear, the barbarian administers “the sniff test”. He sniffs whatever he sees lying around, and … sniff sniff … if it smells fine to him, its wearable. Really convenience is their clothing.
Barbarians only can make monosyllabic noises… any polysyllabic sounds would be too much of a brain strain. {Moreover, this is all that can escape their thick-necks ?} Not to worry however, because these monosyllabic grunts serve them quite well in sports. “Grrrr” … “Raaarrrrh” …”Woooo” (Note – In tennis, there are a few barbarianettes (lady barbarians) who also utter such monosyllabic grunts “Aaahk!”, while swinging their weapons, but I digress.). This – this monosyllabia – is also the reason why dogs are a barbarians best friend.
Anyway here are some helps that you may utilize, so as to facilitate your communication with barbarians.
“duhh” – most common universal expression, conveying their most common state of being.
or
“uuhh” – indicates understanding.
“ehh?” – most common universal expression for a question
“ohhh” – stands for several things including understanding
“aaah” – pain or pleasure depending on the intonation
And of course, added to this are all the usual grunts, snarls, growls … which are somewhere between the half-syllabic and monosyllabic and such.
Vacuities & Fatuities
What barbarians do in their free time… nothing. They sit in vacuity and ponder fatuities.
What barbarians do when they have responsibilities and work to attend to? Nothing.
Barbarians have many enemies. Not only is war a constant in their lives, but they also live in a war zones. The filth, squalor and foul odors of such habitats do not bother them and they in fact contribute to them. It is in fact an attestation to the strength of their character, that they can make such their habitations.
It also needs to be noted that while Barbarians have many enemies, their greatest enemy is silence. This great enemy of theirs even more to feared than death itself. While a barbarian may display great bravado and valor (and machismo, might I add) in death defying feats, they fear silence more than death itself. The entirety of their lives are spent as fugitives of silence. (For in running from silence, they run from themselves).
{fierce enemy/dragon}
{For silence makes a man confront the vacuities and fatuities of his own existence. They do not live in peace and quiet, nor do they know its meaning. When silence encroaches, they let out a loud roar like a lion and …???}
~~~~
BTW, here is Samson’s (a Barbarian) riddle … good luck on trying to answer it:
He replied,
“Out of the eater, something to eat;
out of the strong, something sweet.”
For three days they could not give the answer.
~ Judges 14:14
~~~
“junkifying the Universe.”
Update: I have found the following book, Amateur Barbarians by Robert Cohen
Misc… junk to work on later… recording
Ode to Ruth
~~~~~~~~~~~
Rooth Rooth
with the missing tooth…
hanging with Bob Kebab
shishing some doobab
saying kapish kapish
to Rajish Rajish…
And Bob bob bobbled
He
gob gob gobbled
some gobbledygook
in fishbone soup
and hob hob hobbled
as he danced with
Rooth Rooth
with the missing tooth
who boled a joot
and
lob lob lobbed
a shish kebab
to Bob Gob
Gobble-it-up
Martyn
~~~~ Yes. It is true as Bob “the bloviator” Martyn says … “Raj, the splendor of your poetry knows no bounds.”
use, used: “thou tickest me off with thy remark!”
More insanity …
Only two basic genres in music… testosterone music and estrogen music…
Need a testosterone boost? Listen to Judas Priest, Dead Kennedy’s, Iron Maiden, … feel like a mayinnn!
Metallica – just think of it – theirs was the theme song to the movie Gladiator. They don’t sing lyrics like “Girl, you know I love youuuueooo …”
Aerosmith… have become more and more estrogenated over the years…
Sillyness… lol!
This morning… sleep was just so juicy – a juicy little turnip – that I didn’t want to get up. I just wanted to sleep with sleep.
This praya came to me in Church during worship
Lord Holy Spirit pour Yourself out upon your people.
Lord Holy Spirit baptize us in Yourself.
Lord Holy Spirit baptize us in Worship.
Lord Holy Spirit baptize us with Your Words.
~~~~~~
Lord Holy Spirit immerse us in Prayer
Make Holy words arise from within us
Lord Holy Spirit cleanse us by Scripture {???}
Seek out the foul sin within us, and
Purge unclean spirits out of us {???}
~~~
{By the time Sunday morning, comes, we are out of tune}
~~~~~~~
Lord Jehovah, tune us your instruments.
Lord Jehovah, pluck the chords of our hearts.
Lord Holy Spirit may your Words make our bodies vibrate
Shi Shi Fu Fu I luv yu… draft … someday this junk will become something maybe …
Greetings Ladies and Barbarians,
Somewhere I’ve seen this thing about men being barbarians… and married men, domesticated barbarians… I had to have seen it somewhere. How did it get into my head otherwise? I can’t find the usage anywhere thru google tho.
When Bob was a Baby
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bob now
Shi shi fu fu,
walkin a little shitzu,
lookin like Fu Manchu – Fu Man Chu whoo?”
But he back then
ridin a little choo choo
drivin Mamma cuu koo
doin a lil pee pee
an a lil poo poo
number one and
number two too
He … Bob-ee
sittin on a potty seat (???)
sayin cock a doodle
doo doo
clappin an a singin woo hoo
ga ga goo goo
Bobbie fall
n get a lil boo boo
and go cryin boo hoo
hoo hoo”
Mamma say yoo hoo
Wha happan ta mah lil Fu Manchu Hoo?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
blowin a lil hachoo (?)
*Shi shi fu fu is a term often used in the Big Apple, Manhattan in particular. It used to refer to those old ladies wearing fur coats, a good amount of make up, sticking their hoity toity noses stuck up in the air, and taking their cute little gourmet dogs out for a walk on Park Ave… but now really it refers to
all women, young and old
who look uppity and deboniar,
still stick their noses up in the air,
Mizz. fashionistas extraordinaires
wearing Jean Paul otherwear
and saying
I just don’t care
about you over there.
Men, they’re never shi shi fu fu. Men are all barbarians.
rude crude dude.
I was sitting in front of my computer the other day… writing something when suddenly, a big green ugly frog appeared outta nowhere on my computer screen and then jumped out from there on the piece of paper in front of me… He looked at me with big gleaming, beaming bulging eyes, and said
GRIIIIIBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT !!!!
Then he shot out his tongue out at me and smacked me…
GRIBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT !!!!
I was however too big a bug for the little thug.
~~~~~~ VOCABULINGO ~~~~~~~~~
going, doing, yo-yo-ing
Not quite manic, and not quite hypomanic… however not quite normal either. Zanic?
Punks and Punkettes and Parakeets
British words: row, argy bargy (love this word!), and a tiff – all with similar meanings.
Future project to think about…
1. Lopped and pasted sentences.
e.g. After the lily flew the next page, it sat in the donut.
2. Lopped up words – like Gooman’s bleen and grue
3. Pure sound… onomatopoeia stuff.
He’s got the Whole World in His Hands
Are your hands praying hands?
Turning this world over a round and a round
Are your hands holy hands?
Turning beads over one by one
Are you hands God’s hands?
Turning this big bead over on its axis
{Scrap}
Keeping track …
“lemonade twaddle”, existence is a frog that you discover at the bottom of a beer mug” ~ Kierkegaard
“symphony of being” ~S. Cain quotation on Gabriel Marcel book, found in Sam Keen’s book on Marcel -pg4
bundlekin
yumm-a-licky-delicious!
Flat Line
———–
Mmmmm
beep beep beep
bleep bleep bleep
thud thud thud *
bud bud bud – life?
budda bing budda bing budda boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom shaka boom shaka boom shaka boom – life!
*defibrillation
tomatoes, turnips, yams, flavorless avocadoes, onions…
my dear stuffed onion…
onomafrootaloopia!
The frizzy headed girl was frazzled
hoity toity
shi shi fu fu
tinpot demagogue,
gulper of paragraphs, slice the author into paragraphs – Kierkegaard
how wild is the wildest berry
gurism, soul worship, argy bargy… a root toot toot… toot toot
with head, hand, and heart
we construct the poetic art
Words and Phrases in Job
Chapter 3
Job: day and night of birth, darkness and deep shadow, cloud, black clouds, thick darkness, morning stars, Leviathan, stillborn
Chapter 4 & 5
Eliphaz: breath of God, lions that roar, cubs of the lioness, gliding spirit, houses of clay, moths, dusk and dawn, cords of a tent, hardship and the soil, trouble sprouting from the ground, “Yet man is born to trouble, as sparks fly upward”, darkness in the daytime, groping in the noon, six calamities and seven, covenant with the stones of the field, descendants like the grass of the earth
Chapter 6
Job: misery outweighing the sands of the sea, arrows of the Almighty, spirit drinking their poison, wild donkey braying over grass, ox bellowing over fodder, tasteless food without salt, flavor in the white of an egg, strength of stone, flesh of bronze, undependable as intermittent streams, darkened by thawing ice, swollen with melting snow, dry season, channels, Caravans, caravans of Tema, travelling merchants of Sheba, the words of a despairing man as wind, casting lots for the Fatherless, and bartering away friends,
Misery outweighing -
the sands of the sea
arrows of the Almighty
sink deep into me.
Words as wind
come from the despair within
Fatherless, friendless, I ask -
“Where is my sin?”
What do I call this? experimental…just junk
leaf n leaf fall
twirls curls hurls unfurled
flower fall
petals unfurl through the air hurl
rain drop
gobble up the world…
rain drop
swallow up the eye
rain drop fall n
suck up the sky
rain drop
drip drip and drop
rain drop
droop and drop
dip dippety plop!
rain drop fall from top
fall fall off tip tippety top
drop go plop!
n
hip hippety hop!
~~~~
old crones sleep under tree
groans moans drones
~~~
happiness is pale yellow…
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very cool expression —> “the unworlding of the world” – I guess Heidegger came up with it.
I unworld the world,
The world left alone
unworlds on its own
Slapstick poetry attempt
I want to write nonsense poetry, but what I write doesn’t quite look like the nonsense poetry that I have seen. So I call it slapstick prose/poetry. It is cross posted at my other blog.
~ Tongue Tried in Babylon ~ Nov 14/08
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I don’t write poetry but … another cross post
This is also posted on my other blog… but there is too much junk there side by side with this one, so I wont put a link to it here.
2. In The Beginning… (*Note – This one needs a lot of work! Oieey!)
In the beginning was the rhythm
and the rhythm was with God
and the rhythm was God.
In the beginning was the melody
and the melody was with God
and the melody was God
In the beginning was the humm
and the humm became a hymn
and the Word became flesh.
In the beginning was the hymn
and the hymn was with God
and the hymn was God
and the Universe was sung into being.
In the beginning there was a bang
and now here we are
both, you and me
Singing praises out into eternity {???work on this}
*Note – Logos is a word that in greek has a 100 meanings. No one word exhausts its meaning completely, hence my artistic license.
I dont write poems but…
This is a link to a poem of mine that I have blogged elsewhere. I only consider part I to be a poem.
Late One Night … A Shooting Star
It was posted on Jan 4th, 08
Procession
I have noticed that a number of poets have either committed suicide or are connected to people who have. In some cases, the poets committed suicide, because they thought that they had lost their ability to write poetry. This is my response.
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Poetry is not the act of
hitting a rock with a staff
and watching the water gush out
Poetry is streams of living water
flowing out from you
from the deeps within your belly
It flows like the eternal begetting
and the eternal spirating
of Word and Spirit – Where
there is neither beginning
nor ending
You who write…
As for you
So long as you are
So long will it continue to be.
Compost for a repost?
Jakinites and Jaminites … cool names (Numbers 26:12)
Jammin Jaminites…
Like planaria
Use telomeres and Jambalaya
punctuated equilibriums
things that go thud!
~ Everything is Illuminated
Samuel Green
humus eating Lemurs
~~~
I want to dive down into a fractal
through fluorescent blues, yellows and greens.
I want to swirl down a spiral,
get lost in the infinitesimal
~~~
I want to dive into a black
two circled blob
named after benoit mandelbroT
~~~~~~~
Poetry can bring the Gospel through as though on a chariot.
Dolichol Phosphate Isomerase
Polymerase Chain Reactions…
Spinning Telomeres
Onomafruitopia
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It’s about stacking up words
like
a
lopsided
ladder
that you climb up and
down,
and in the process
throw things around
Its about things that you -
like to lob around
like words
like grenades
like flowers
like bones
all filed up in
brigades
Its about
things that go rhyme,
words said with a humm
A Mmmm followed by a yumm
razzle dazzle
the hizzy in the shizzy
me go dizzy
round and around
Its about plucking
vocal cords
oscillating,
osculating,
reverbrating,
heat pulsating,
two circles forming
crissing and
crossing
verbal boomeranging {???work on this}
Its about
appearances and
disappearances.
Chesire Cat reappearances
sparkles and twinkles
Neon lights
Casino brights
Mandarin and Cantonese
I go up and down.
and a
round and around
Art Ideers
1. Stencil a person with a colorful bowtie. See Graphis/Laird Borrelli book.
2. Stencil pastels on Newspapers
While sitting under the Poetree {W.I.P.}
While sitting under the Poetree,
its fruit fell on me
and hit my head.
{WIP}
Thought du Jour {W.I.P.}
I’ve got a hummingbird in my head.
This Friday I am supposed to get together with G to discuss bizness…. well we’ll soon forget that because I’ve got a hummingbird in my head, and G’s got a butterfly in his head. I’m in one of those phases where you suddenly do a lot of art and see a lot of it – in your head, and you need a release
Soeee ….
not being a buzz about the biz,
we will both instead
flap our wings
compare the colors,
[1]
the circulate shapes and
undulate lines,
extending
up and down our spines
crossing through and hurdling
over
corpus callosum and
medulla oblongata
a spark lit up{{???}}
chases the wire upward
explodes in the head
the nerves now hot-wired
sing the body electric*
from head to hand
and on
to canvas.
* I wish to thank Walt Whitman for this expression. It is the title of a poem of his.
[1] Add two lines here… and circulate is an adjective, not a verb…
Did anyone see the clouds this today? They were of a most unusual shape. They were shaped like Jelly Fish – Jelly Fish in the sky. God is indeed the most remarkable artist.
I need to deactivate. Been flying across blue canvas…
