What can YOU say in six sentences?
That’s you.
That’s not me… that’s you.
Uuh-uuh, that’s you and that’s me.
No, that’s me and that’s you.…
ContinueAdded by Paul de Denus on January 30, 2012 at 8:45pm — 3 Comments
Dirty buzzing lights burn the air the color of sickly yellow fever. Sallow complexions inch about the aisles shopping for essential comfort and relief. Rudy - the aged oak behind the cash-wrap – stands patient and firm,…
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The barn sits on a pastoral setting, the structure nicely framed and whitewashed. A smudge of purple plums hug the horizon behind, the sun white and low in the sky casting long foreboding shadows across the open barn door. Spiked yellowed grass point eastward onto empty plains revealing nothing as if the world stopped. There’s a fence on the south side that needs completion; the barn needs a color. Someone with steadier hands should finish it. Miriam says to leave it alone, leave it on the…
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The shed door holds solid; it is cut from hardy ash, sealed with his grandfather’s promise: "God’s finger can not take this down.” He splays up against it like Vitruvian Man, grips the door latch tight, his left ear to the wood. God’s finger is at play all right, churning up the earth and the sky, stirring the farm and all that lives… dismantling everything he loves. The wind roars about and he thinks he hears the…
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You tell me you like her very much. It’s not exactly what I need to hear. I throw out a line: well we’re engaged. You throw in a line: are you happy? Unhooked, I flop about, hoping to jump back into your pond. Your eyes only lure; I gape for your beautiful mouth.
Added by Paul de Denus on January 12, 2012 at 9:20pm — 6 Comments
Rachel Weisz starred in my dream last night. We were running hand in hand down a leafy street with tall row houses and a tree lined square park opposite; there was a man sitting on a stoop, the dude she’d married but he was in the wings and I didn’t let him into the dream. Rachel was laughing and pulling me along indicating the perfect place to live was just ahead and then she stopped suddenly, pulling me close. She didn’t…
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The recurring California dream: I stand in our front yard looking at the house across the street. The family who sends us a yearly Christmas card owns it. It was a one-story home when I lived there ten years ago but now, in the dream, it’s a two story with stairs running vertically across the front. The front door opens and a parade of homeless and handicap men, women and children stumble across the lawn and gather in my…
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The fully windowed room on the second floor of our grandparent’s house tilts downward by several degrees giving a sense of vertigo when stepping out into it. I’m falling; the floor gives way and the room separates from the house. I turn to grasp but I’m still in…
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I walk a dog in a park; the leash is long and I lose sight of the dog in the crowd of wandering people. I lie on the grass, lifting the leash above my head like a long extension cord so it clips the tops of heads. Two poodles - one black, one white – begin to crawl…
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I dreamt I went to the zoo to check out the baboons but they didn’t want to leave. “I’m happy here,” said a fat one with a detonated ass, his wet eyes blinking like a bird. “But we can go,” I said, turning to a lion-tailed macaque sitting on a twisted log near a wired fence. She gnawed silently on a piece of fruit, her sharp eyes penetrating my face. Leaving the zoo, I got on a bus. I sat with bundled people, their faces…
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I wander about a music store perusing a bin full of old record albums. As I flip through, they become monochromatic calendars, the covers rendered hieroglyphics. An obscure actor from the 60’s stands next to me; I can’t make out who he is as his face melds young to old, old to young. He is obnoxious and ranting about the lack of style in the music business these days. We’re then in a car, the obnoxious actor driving; we…
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When I tap the keys, I want to pick up a brush. When I pick up a brush, I want to pick up the clubs. When I pick up the clubs, I want to pluck the strings. When I pluck the strings, I stare into space. When I stare into space, I want to unlock a door. When I want to unlock a door, I tap the keys.
Write, paint, golf, music, think, progress
Added by Paul de Denus on January 2, 2012 at 4:04pm — 5 Comments
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