“We have art in order not to die of the truth.”
The world is in a period of change, of upset, of new directions and uncertain futures. I aim to live a simple life focused on projects that excite and provoke the collective imagination of what is possible for us all.
I bridge the gap between abstract ideals and concrete reality: make my bread, share ideas, build together.
“A life is constructed through chance guided by genuine interest.”
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The man in the camera with the camera, he looks down, justifies collision collision poor boy collision with ignorance,
Conflates the elegance of dancers with inhumanity,
Is so confused by despised characters, who, sky-covering, are roof to master’s big small head desire heat, like burning clothes,
And loves loves loves his pictures in the box, and he can't cry cuz he's too scared falling over under it all—
He's, he’s, he’s so high u~p?
She was terribly ashamed that she wasn't terribly ashamed.
Bad girl soft weak slippery bar of soap, grasp tight in anger and private lashes in her bedroom,
This is seeing, this is caring, this is justice
But where is doing, where is sense, where is forgiven?
Everyone else took them first, got there early, and got the book written about them.
Now she just flip pages and ask the characters to be her friend, since you have the black eye they wanted?
If it's a lonely night the mirror will beat her some more, till sad as fuck is satisfied with her. Maybe then you can be loved.
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I hold my arms wide, this wide, look at me I'm a fat man
And there is nothing so amorous as fat
So that the heart on my sleeve may with some washing begin to send out textile tendrils catching,
And I snag on women, all the women!
You see they creep in through the cracks in my mind, like mice through mouseholes
My diminutive mistresses!
Oh how I love
You,
Oh barista with one foot out of my monologue,
As you struggle desperately to free the other.
And mailman of awkward conversing, Borges of large library,
Oh frothing minds, how you spill yourselves on me!
How could I not love you, in your millions, in your countless and perfect ejaculates, as you squirm like a worm on a spit, Yes That's Beauty!
So surrender to my Mother breast, your Mother head, us Mother's infant.
Do you hate me? Do you need me? Can you see me? Now you don't? I need not know lest you tell me, for I am the thing before asking, and all is love.
I seem strange because I am so small, on Big you will know me.
I flap my wings and it looks silly, because only I know I'm flying.
I AM THE UNIVERSE,
I AM THE UNIVERSE!
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