I have righted the overturned bob from its bottom-facing view of the catfish feeding on trash, by cooking a soup of kantolas, sapota slices, snake gourds, leeks, chilies, tomatoes and tandoori chicken; thereby, cleansing my system of emotional grit. Then I rounded up a dozen abandoned shopping carts from the Cubano apartments down from Kroger and returned them to the store. i wonder where time comes from. It takes a few minutes to get food . It takes a few minutes to load nutrients and water and air into the body. It takes a few minutes to eliminate the waste products. Then, there are the secondary and tertiary things that vary with individuals. There's the "ME" time and the "YOU" time, the "IT" time and the "THEM" time. There's the wasted time and the time well spent. There's the "NO TIME" too, which, I guess, one has lots of. that's the time one spends rambling about in one's own cage, shuffling the quick calls made between getting off the bus and meeting friends, the excuses, the deceptions, the outright lies, the deferrals, the denials, the off putting displacements, the projections and the rationalizations. the empty words behind inaction, the compassionate tears down a steel wall that divides the heart from the mind and the tears from the icon's eye. Making promises, then putting them into a shopping cart returned to the parking lot or abandoned at the cheesy apartments down the road. The emotional habits developed in youth become the callouses of age. The callowness of youth become the vapid and azoic indifferences of senility. In the time in between, watch when you throw stones into the still lake, for the broken waters frighten the beautiful birds. Yes, so many points of view, from which to view, as you and I seem to share 'different' than "others" do...the artist way, filled with color and ambiguity, duality and metaphor...
Let me ramble, a little more, as I paint with symbols and color with words, this world I share with others that possess another point of View. Come for the rumors, stay for the comments.
When others view an image familiar to you, what they report seems so alien--to you. But, aren't we all viewing the same star? I caught it in a blue shift, and in a twinkle it was violet, then red, then yellow.
then white.
Did you see the green shift, or the tangerine----?
how real does it have to be,
the window to the MIND?
have we set the parameters already?
a border of intentional redundancies and repetitions......
But, I've said this before, haven't I?
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