Don’t you believe in a little magic? No, only neurobiological responses.
Only feel-good neurotransmitters spurting across synapse to neuron to whisper overused phrases outside
and under the stars
Only “electrical currents”. Only “Dante”. Only “the kind in museums” and “literary figures in the middle ages” preserved in oil and turpentine I stayed up last night to draw
a figure named Beatrice.
Art does all the immortalizing– not me, not you, not any of us.
Reminder to self: we’re all a part of a giant shared collective experience mired in good and evil and love and fear and desire and emptiness and peace and calamity. (We are all made of stardust.)
paint with knives
swim in infinite skies
and the stars will lean down
just to kiss your eyes
Backwards and forwards but no direction feels true / I know i can feel you cry when I’m / High above those clouds / But I must go chase this stream of mind
February 17th, 2017
It’s funny how people’ll see you in entirely contradictory ways. You’d think that if we were all looking at the same sky, we’d unanimously say it’s blue. But people aren’t skies, and people aren’t blue.
February 10th, 2017
Daily cheese. This was supposed to be a ‘script’ for a comic, but the comic never came to fruition. This doodle-poem did, though. Not much of a drawing, but you’ll just have to count the stars (9).