Category Thoughts About Art & Culture

Lunenberg,Nova Scotia,

Again?

~~~~~ Is your smile within your heart, Or is it only pasted on your face? Is it you, yourself that you impart? If we search, will we find a trace? Form versus content, cultural more, With clothes and words just right, May show a view of what’s in store. Though we believe it true, not […]

Ad Infinitum

But who’s to know what tomorrow holds? It’s not like it’s only dictated by the past. Silly as it  sounds, fabled ETs might land, Or crazy leaders start the final war at last. A war no one wants, but most won’t say; Stakes are too high, even fat cats will lose. They don’t understand any […]

Silently Across the Night

~~~~~ Moving silently across the night-dark earth, Fires burn ever, Fluttering banners, gold and red, to mark the dead, Ever brighter, Projected onto shifting smoke, Ever hotter. An ever-changing, tattered screen, white, gray, black, Consuming all. No animal, no insect, no blade of grass remains For eyes to see. Glimpses through wind-blown billows, voids, Eyes […]

Love is All

~~~~~ Ancient before time Impenetrable void waited Crawled from its atomic shell Instantaneous illumination flared Newborn This moment A swirling figure Moves, is every moment Innocently wise Hopeful, in constant conflict Cooperation in every interchange Full of wonder, every and all stories Worth living for Growing, expansive Worth dying for, each instant All mirrored within […]

Before the End of Time

~~~~~ O, to imagine my words, my art might last Across the days, the years, the time to come, After I have gone Behind the curtain of future vision. I, to be merely in the wings And watch the players enliven my thoughts, Explain the meaning of my words, Daubs and strokes of painted memory […]

Covered with Cat Hair

~~~~~ My desk sits by the window, covered with cat hair. One chair leg is short, makes it wobble when I sit. These, my poor excuses for my daily shirking bit, So I go to check the frig, but I find there only air. Everywhere I go I ride my bike with two flat tires, Mostly […]

In the Construct of Glutted Days

~~~~~ In the depths, the canyons of urban landscape, Where, I wonder, should I think to find beauty? Difficult to know where I might start my search. Should I go to a park, surround by busy streets, With sounds of commerce, traffic roaring past? A museum, perhaps, full of line, design, people Crowded cheek by […]