Safe fires

June 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

1. Can art only ever really be experienced in its most transcendent form alone, in solitude, without the interference of another person’s intrusive thoughts?

2. Is love possibly the highest form of art, unspeakable, undefinable, eternally analysed, able to move vast emotional and mental landscapes, intrinsically experiential?

3. Does that mean that when you experience love in its highest form, your communion is not shared, but experienced alone simultaneously? Each within their own epidermic cave, finger painting their obsession and history on the scarred, hollowed out walls, lighting safe fires against the night?


At the edge of real

June 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

At the edge of real

Modern mythology

You’ve heard all this before, you’ve seen it

I am the same story-teller, scribe, as through the ages

You’ve seen all this before


The sublime, memory, thought

Balanced at the knife-edge of the real and unreal

Let night come

June 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

Let night come
with its austere grandeur,
ancient superstitions and fears.
It can do us no harm.
We’ll put some music on,
open the curtains, let things darken
as they will.

~ excerpt from “Here and Now” by Stephen Dunn

Union Square | NYC

Where I end and you begin

October 19, 2010 § Leave a comment

There’s a gap in between
There’s a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin

~ Radiohead

The Dress

July 4, 2010 § Leave a comment

The light you see in my eyes, you do have something to do with
Play the game, namely love, play it like you have nothing to lose
Horse loves you when you move with him
People hate you when you’re changing

Don’t let the dress trick you
I love you less now that I know you
I won’t count the scars again
I love you less now that I know you

~ Blonde Redhead (lyrics from “The Dress”)

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