the call of the wild.........

you could feel it in the waves today, the elusive juice, however slight, however small, however insignificant, however, it is not insignificant, the first taste of fall and the potential is all encased therein, it seems as though that that, that feeling, is what i will chase forever. each transaction is life changing; the use of the word transaction cheapens the experience, (but my brain is softened and cannot seem to come up with a more appropriate word), and the course of history will be written by such actions..............

redone..........

a sleepless night and the production therein, inspiration used to be a singular vision, simple and beautiful in it's ignorance. now the tide has risen and fallen thousands of times, leaving behind scraps with every lap, there is much to be said of a world view and lack thereof, my thought is that i am spread to thin in all dimensions, or maybe i should say my hope is thus, the alternative is keeping me up at night......

a good night..........

and confused as to what makes it such, the idea of financial gain, the support of community, the suspicious wind in the air, a general unease in every interaction, my peeps, maybe, not to be confused with and perceived as conceit, just confusion, nothing more.........................

how to turn around?

stuck, thinking about the what is and what it could be, what is it, what it was, what it is. a singular process of learning to forget, or more aptly to put aside, way back, last door on the right, next to the hallway closet, which is what? more shit than i can shake a stick at, more mud, more, more, more. stop thinking, laziness is a long process.......................

health and relevance...........

the past unloads fast and furious, as vastly subjective memories stand at arms length, fingers hold the ability to express what cannot be said, the mind holds it's breath, the pen is not mightier than words thrown carelessly, to backtrack is to spin precariously close to destruction, whether or not that is an end or an ends to a means depends, once again, on where one sits..................

a return to form..........

drying time excluded, a wavering desire to return to seemingly less complicated, in hindsight only, chairs and stares, the walls could speak, the plants themselves held meaning beyond belief, a vertical ascension to a horizontal timeline................

up down and inbetween..........

behold a sneak peek at a show that one can already see.

Location: the albina press

4637 n albina

pdx, OR

When: friday, july 9th, 6-8pm

Why: why not?

i hope to see you all there................