I like when humans appear to me as animals. Those rare interludes in which knowledge is suspended, when a classroom of twenty two students registers simply as mammals in chairs, deliver a breathtaking reversion to pure perception. Somehow I momentarily escape the veil of familiar categorization and truly see. Instead of black kids and nerds… More Frank’s Log
Red blue seven white Antelope cheers Running beige Today or maybe another time Alphabet sunrise Making peaches scream Yellow-green anger floods And spatial snakes Who’s gold With me under textural siege Explain the sky while I It’s true, that fuchsia shines Periwinkle alligator unfolding in my arms or yours Nothing says “New York” like tangerine… More Jackson Pollock and the Periwinkle Alligator – A poem?
I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.
I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.