Saturday
Forty Five Oh Five
It has been 4,505 days since 9/11© and all I can think about is art:
No Grants
No Shows
No Likes
No Favorites
No Competitions
No Hearts
No Charts
No Reblogs
No Pics
No Hits
No Sales
No Comparisons
No Contracts
No Deadlines
No Retweeting
No Screens
No Fame
If you cannot carefully stuff it into your suitcase and transport it by bus or train or airplane or car
If you cannot carefully wrap and ship it to the other side of the continent for someone to love
Your beloved art should thrill even with the electric and network grids switched to “off”
Friday
Thursday
Connection Through Disconnection
I. Connection through disconnection
A trust thorough and complete with
all of the pieces ultimately fitting
together with near perfection
The execution phase becomes one of
careful and dutiful assembly of a
blank jigsaw puzzle still in its sealed plastic bag
Still in the unopened box
II. Magical times where
Thought and intent synchronize
An always forward propulsion despite
Physics and all human burden
Attempted barricades of little consequence
Fun made impossible
The choices we make are sad but true
Playing out in near-perfect analogy
III. The union of dyads
Rather than the generally ignored
billboards along packed highways
Color and sound for deaf and blind
Eye-to-eye and word-for-word
When all along
swimming in the deep end
was always the goal
for the summer
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