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reweaving the fabric of time
i have committed to the practice of exchanging, if only for 3.141592653 minutes a day, now for then, up for down and today for yesterday
so when, during those 3.141592653 minutes, i see my hand guiding a pen over the paper, rather than to follow the steady progress of a new drawing, i see it erased line by line, and am rewarded by the promises of a work just envisioned, not yet constraint by its execution,
when i scan the sky for vaporous messages of ominous prophecies instead of wilting under the weight of a heaven i care not to imagine i look down into the vast expanses of the deep oceanic universe consisting of the probabilities of its continuable or discreet measurable properties, energy, position, momentum, angular momentum, and i escape, if only for a moment, the inescapable urge of the common mind to inject the holy into the profane as described so aptly by eliade
and, at last, when i walk the well-known streets that carry the contagion of my own history continuously infecting my present with meaning like an obsession i backtrace and erase the past step by step to acquire a new sense of what this place could be if it was not what it is already.
Bär im Boot / Dave Shelton. Aus dem Englischen von Ingo Herzke
there is some greatness in this small book!
hopeful monsters, how much longer?
as long as i still think
of other possible worlds
as long as i still keep alert to the
elegant universe, thank you Mr. Green
as long as i feel deep blue with my fingers
when i close my eyes and touch the night
and under the soles of my bare feet
when i run
as long as i know that to obtain
freedom
i must not tire of
seeking it out against all odds
as long as i don’t concede my reign to
italian leather shoes and blue wool suits
as long as i do not play the game
but play the stars
as long as i still possess a single
genuine smile
i will keep painting
hopeful monsters
beast.
July has been a beast of a month, I quite agree! These awesome illustrations were always a good reason for a smile though. Check out this awesome work if you find a minute!
july has been a beast of a month and i’m so happy it is almost over!
The little gargoyle
Embedded in the otherwise raw stone was the face of a little boy. The details were not worked out but still the image unmistakably was that of a child. His eyes were almost closed; he had round cheeks and a high, equally round forehead. The face was still and yet there was something disturbing in these childish, lovely features, a hint of pain not overcome.
After a protracted moment of meditation, like a period of silence between two people who do not know how to talk to each other but do not want to part ways just yet, the mason had taken up his tools and finished his work. Within the hour he had transformed the boy into a beast by adding spiked ears, pointed horns on his head, a hairy body, large hands and feet and a curled-up tail, all roughly fashioned. He then had put down his instruments, and without evaluating his just completed work again, had turned away from the boy and had left.
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