will dance for you
will paint for you
i will
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
wooden chair
act I
i wanna to see you healthy, he said.
i wanna see you split, she returned.
i won't be going anywhere, he said.
i know you're going no-where, she returned.
i won't be going anywhere without you, he said.
i hate anywhere, she returned.
i see, he said.
i see, she returned.
i liked your crumb-cake last night, he said.
i hate that recipe, she returned.
i know how you feel, he said.
i know you do, she returned.
i want someone to take me away, she said.
i know someone, he returned.
( in an instant the wood chair she was sitting upon collapsed under her weight )
act II
i am an idiot, she said.
i know, he said.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
post
busy busy busy
the all you need to know about painting post on hold
patience patience patience
in the meantime enjoy one more of joaquin's masterpieces...
thanks,
me
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
some people are really weird
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
some are real bitches...
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
for the blind
a young blind man married a young blind woman.
later the couple settled onto the parcel field on the bluff which overlooked an eternally storming, treacherous, perilous sea 200 hundred feet below.
the two crafted a home from what the land offered. rock from shore, wood from the dark forest encircling the empty field, cement of sand, gypsum, adobe of the field. earth, mud, grass.
the house was made of love, care, the same feeling the two had for one another and was large enough to accommodate the 10 children they subsequently created all of whom were born with the same malady the two were born with resulting in total blindness.
i discovered this home on the quiet north coast for myself while running from a life overloaded, burdened with all i had seen.
the family took me in for several years. nurtured me to health. let me write and work in quiet peace.
i will never forget my first day at the house on the bluff perched over that sea of war.
the elder blind man walked me out onto a small bridge shaped deck jutting 30 feet out over the cliff edge like a plank on a grand wooden sailed ship.
i stood. stunned, amazed, unnerved at the end of the deck where the wind whipped so violently.
i feared a fear i had always feared i'd fear.
"there are no railings" i shouted over the wind and lashing sea. "i know" said the "elder" as i called him.
"the children" i murmured.
"yes the children" he leaned over.
"they too live a life of feeling, a life of unseen faith"
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
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