The purpose of his art is to “stir a passion in the audience,” “to transport you either metaphysically or emotionally.” He hopes his work “reminds them of something deep,” that “it haunts them.”
In the words of Henry David Thoreau, ‘I have been anxious to improve the nick of time… to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.’ In a very objective way, releasing the shutter for me is just that, to capture the present moment, and ‘toe its line’.
It happened when I wasn’t looking.
It came, dragging its chains
of scorching days,
each fused to gather your image.
They could not bury them fast enough,
the rain thick and slippery, the mud a river,
and in the morning’s blue sky, a whip of cloud,
pink haze, great green vines hugging short trees to strangle
Not long ago, a noted academic
Told me, in reference
To my misuse of the word “polemic”
In an abysmal book review sentence,,,
An impulse as irresistible as in the acorn to germinate is in the soul of the prophet to speak. —Ralph Waldo Emerson. Bobby Barrow couldn’t seem to get the chicken and rice on his fork fast enough, as he shoveled it into his mouth much like he had been shoveling dirt
Most things change,
The spirit-letter thing
Illustration: Bryan Ramey
I don’t know why I’m out here
On worn-down tires and pitted
Chrome, red and yellow sparks
Flying in little comets from