I have word clusters to give you.

I have word clusters to give you -
Strung up and hanging.
Prayers or something like them,
Falling from the flowering branches
Ripened to fruit
and left
Just a skin
emptied out by bees.

zinnias, and the throw away society

The summer Saturday Division street market closes at 1 post meridian and at about approaching this hour some of the produce is greatly reduced - the Zinnias after spending the morning in the hot sun are one dollar a bunch and I buy 7 , take them home and spend an hour sorting them, trimming them and arranging them - throwing out the pile of leaves, spent flowers, rubberbands, and cellophane. The flowers are happy. I begin a still life. After 2 days they are wilted and by the third nitrogen smells abound.

Julian Assange the Truth

For 2 years as a boy Mr Assange had free range anywhere he wanted to go on the internet - - He went into the dragons cave when they were sleeping and pissed in the corner ! Most likely in those 2 years he learned everything he needed - now - How does he put together truth, where does he fix his sidereal clock.

- Start out doing the possible and before you know it *** the impossible; is a promise I make to my self when I see no end insight and difficulties insurmountable - - even the most basic needs would be nice -

...so with the world... Order and beauty are pleasing to the universe - every gesture - each branch and fruit as it goes towards light creates a pattern of endless charm an intricate web of order in the highest.

Mr Assange waits - he has planted a seed. When you have truth you have magic

inexplicable.

How is it going to end up?

Garish Fragments

Great Art is 

     Irrational

MAD

 

with its own loveliness

Jim Dine and the Donkey portrait

light rain and local showers