• Jack commented on the post, collage 6 years, 1 month ago

    It strikes me that mosaic is the new work of my life. That once upon a time, I invented patterns for whole cloth, and only with words. Now it’s all the news… found footage, little pieces pulled together into a story. But then with that one or two woven, hyper-manipulated threads.

  • Jack commented on the post, doorknob 7 years ago

    I recently saw that the knob down at a local coffeeshop (well not a knob, but those sort of bars, doorhandles you could say) had been frozen in place. The door could still be locked, but otherwise, there would be […]

  • Jack commented on the post, leading 7 years, 1 month ago

    The great quality of leadership has always been considered courage. I read today a quote from a great man, saying that cowardice is as equal a courage, in terms of value in its place in the human soul. But what […]

  • Jack commented on the post, retrieve 7 years, 1 month ago

    I keep on going back into old annals, digging up more and more of my old treasures. They were all ideas. I used to scoff at people who were educated out of their great loves: educated out of their love of reading, […]

  • Jack commented on the post, quest 7 years, 1 month ago

    The word quest is becoming like the musical note, in the way it gets its treatment from video games. The way MIDI turned the note into a register, a relativity, confined it and gave it its contemporary parameters, […]

  • Jack commented on the post, calling 7 years, 1 month ago

    There’s a certain tug between two impulses of mine. Two things calling in two directions. One is to put on the heavy bass, to alow a synth to flow over. The other is to let the guitars pluck, to slide the bar on […]

  • Jack commented on the post, base 7 years, 2 months ago

    Base, baseness, bastardy, base… base. King Lear, that’s where that’s from. The Bastard Son, an old archetype. A sort of villain, a servant of Bacchic nature who no longer fits into a modern world. Us moderns […]

  • Jack commented on the post, romance 7 years, 2 months ago

    Recently I’ve come to examine, personally, the impact of electrifying, primal, and often violent sex life on an authentic romance. To reconcile the idea of wanting to destroy, or love by destroying, tearing, […]

  • Jack commented on the post, drifting 7 years, 3 months ago

    Drifting in happens as well. That’s what I use this exercise as. A coming out from the ocean of busy thought, of a feeling-nothing bustle of moment to moment into the examined curiosity and creativity of […]

  • Jack commented on the post, pastel 7 years, 4 months ago

    There’s a certain way in which delicate other inferences of color are more important to me. The primaries wear on me so. Pastels are a cast of color that is more natural. Does that mean more expressive. I’m […]

  • Jack commented on the post, oil 7 years, 6 months ago

    The first thing I thought about what spillage, and like in the comedy routine, God says to me once he gets here “Well, why did you take it out of the ground in the first place!”, and I say “I needed to go faster. I wasn’t going fast enough.” In the routine, God is mad […]

  • Jack commented on the post, dozen 7 years, 6 months ago

    Baker’s dozen comes to mind. A baker’s dozen is the number 13, and there was once an author I knew of named Baker. In his books, there was often the number 13, with a missing piece. Twelve remaining families, one had died off. A thirteenth planet lost behind the sun so that only twelve were […]

  • Jack commented on the post, champagne 7 years, 6 months ago

    I’ve been working on the cocktail, but I figure I’ll try foraging. Doing yourself is the new trend, you know. And foraging is the root of that (ha, the root), certainly. All the best do it, from the chefs to the great cooks on the rocky shores of Northern Europe. And all I have is […]

  • Jack commented on the post, desert 7 years, 6 months ago

    I imagine it must be a similar sensation, something like the Gobi, a field of white without water. I fail to remember factually whether or not this winter landscape, a veritable tundra, a sweep of downy flake (as it were in his eyes), constitutes a technical or scientific desert. I can’t imagine that would be […]

  • Jack commented on the post, dessert 7 years, 6 months ago

    Here, everything is eaten like dessert; the venison in a gravy that soaks through the poppyseed bun to the plate, the bread with bacon and asiago baked in. By the time you get the cheesecake you’re nearly sore. But on this farm, around the holidays, I envy their ability for sheer appreciation. To eat AS […]

  • Jack commented on the post, carved 7 years, 6 months ago

    A male ballerina. Ballerino? No, just a dancer, really. And a heterosexual. Something about that was poignant, besides the obvious. The misconception of the ballet (the dance of the thing): ballet is grace. Grace is just how we see strength. Ballet is nothing further than the pure power of the muscle. The dancer built as […]

  • Jack commented on the post, thunder 7 years, 7 months ago

    “Thunder rolls” “There’s truth in the thunder”, and a host of other song lyrics. Thunder is easy imagery to me. There must be a better use of it than simply its implication. Does thunder have no voice of its own?

  • Jack commented on the post, panorama 7 years, 7 months ago

    I’ve typically lived in highest-point type locales. I mean I always like to be where the elevation is significant, and I always find myself climbing the highest peak for the best view. I’m starting to see a serious pattern.

  • Jack commented on the post, temple 7 years, 7 months ago

    I’ve been attempting to make my small space on the floor a sacred space. They say the same you use for meditation should be just so, the corner of what’s supposed to be my zen rug, where I sit on my yoga block and reach for what peace I can in the middle of a […]

  • Jack commented on the post, gown 7 years, 7 months ago

    Waltz of the Flowers was the subject of her piece, and she insisted the character wore a black gown. The plot twist was that she was somehow wicked, and this writer, Michelle was her name, must have thought that a deep black, with long trail and red highlights, brought out the wickedness. I would much […]