Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Data Transfers

Feet blistered from a day of extensive walking
I lay my heavy head against the cold glass
and drown out the drones of conversations around me
Somewhere around Dover
she lay her head on my shoulder
Could I have been dreaming?
No way to be sure 
The brain does peculiar things when it lacks what it needs
I lean into the window 
in efforts to create a comfort zone for her
(or the apparition of her)
My neck
It hurts
From hours of being still
She shifts...closer
And she is warm
And this song is a cover
And this gum is stale
A few more miles to Baltimore

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Flickr Flickr Quicker

I have not finished scanning these but they're coming.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Helplessness Hood

This was an Elements of Visual Thinking project. The assignment was to engage a space (that space being the classroom) so that it is changed from its normal function. I used this canvas hood to blind me of sight, smell and a bit of hearing and I also vowed silence so that I was completely vulnerable to the outside world. I let the class do what they pleased with me. The real point of this hood was to show how humans act when given power and how, in most instances, the power is abused. I was lead into walls, objects were thrown at me, I was taunted and overall, I was used as an object of amusement. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Six More Days at the Bottom of the Ocean

Violet-black skies linger over head
I see her everywhere
Apparitions of that face surrounding me,
There and there,
Here and here 

Spring arrives and astonishment ensues
Petals adhered to the wet, cement stairs
Yet, the formality of it all is profound

Just then, the Great Star crawled over the horizon
but my intentions are flawed
Just as they were when you knew me

Those trees are dampened with the dew of daybreak
and I think I own too many readings on the local flora and fauna
Names and names of things I have yet to encounter

This wind is whipping far to violently for me to bear today
Shake off the dust from my trusty, five-year-old windbreaker
grab my camera
and get a late start on an early day

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I closed my eyes
and opened my ears to full capacity.
I heard a voice
but the words were in a voice I could not comprehend
I can only imagine
that what was said was nothing in my favor
and a stab at my character

On this journey, I have met too many individuals
who concern themselves solely with richness and decadence
fame and fortune,
and things of that nature
No, I am not the same
for my only goal in life is to make a sincere impact on as many people I encounter as possible; whether it be positive or negative
I want to be remembered
That is all.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten.