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Zen Lunacy: Portfolio
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). An enormous machine that refreshes railroad tracks (rails, ties,. Babar is the crown I bow down to. Otherwise #NOKINGS #noway. Bowen and Sons Media Enterprises. A Temporary Autonomous Zone. Passion of the Weiss. Fresh Cherries From Yakima.
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Zen Lunacy: 01/01/2012 - 02/01/2012
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Friday, January 27, 2012. We Ain't Gotta Do Much" - Red Hat Film and Charlie Kim Productions. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). We Aint Gotta Do Much - Red Hat Film and Charli. An enormous machine that refreshes railroad tracks (rails, ties,. Babar is the crown I bow down to. Otherwise #NOKINGS #noway. Bowen and Sons Media Enterprises. A Temporary Autonomous Zone. Passion of the Weiss. Fresh Cherries From Yakima.
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Zen Lunacy: 7:15 AM, Wednesay January 4th
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011. 7:15 AM, Wednesay January 4th. Sunrise paints the sky. In parallel pastel pieces of. Mosaic music unfolding slowly. Cloud tapestry slowly woven glowing. But first the black blues at the horizon. Night receding shade by shade. Almost without noticing, the blue is purpled. Warmth infusing, rising from. Some thermal vent in the blue sky sea. Reflected pink light plays prismatic. Across the undersides of white whales passing. Through golden kelp rising from the seafloor horizon.
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Zen Lunacy: free jazz : coda
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Saturday, January 22, 2011. Free jazz : coda. The last breath of the first song. Horns beat back the night alone. Golden soul glow out the frosted window on soul food avenue. Spilling the song’s secrets in full view nude. Singing the wind into stories of bitter truth. Coaxing tears from smiles and blues from a stone. Low bar lights reflected in red eyes. Harsh light captures a reflected face in high contrast. Shadows muddy in a glass of still brown solace. Broken hearts litter the streets uptown.
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Zen Lunacy: Free Jazz
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Monday, January 17, 2011. Start legato, pianissimo he blows the jazz. Starts low, building steam in the brass. Saxophone steam engine first class. Conductor in the spotlight. Passing the hours through a reed. Wailing the time away. willing the sunset to stop. For one note, at least, one soul, one crease. Liquor bottles weep slowly behind the bar. Tears frozen, roasting on the first slow notes. Bebop blizzard from ghostly lungs. Moments hung and hang and dangle. The trumpet enters. the blues remembers.
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Zen Lunacy: 01/01/2011 - 02/01/2011
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Saturday, January 22, 2011. Free jazz : coda. The last breath of the first song. Horns beat back the night alone. Golden soul glow out the frosted window on soul food avenue. Spilling the song’s secrets in full view nude. Singing the wind into stories of bitter truth. Coaxing tears from smiles and blues from a stone. Low bar lights reflected in red eyes. Harsh light captures a reflected face in high contrast. Shadows muddy in a glass of still brown solace. Broken hearts litter the streets uptown. Pattern...
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Zen Lunacy: 03/01/2010 - 04/01/2010
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Thursday, March 25, 2010. Now that its too late. It's all my fault, not too proud. I'm sorry, i'm sorry. And mix with the blood and memories. Yolk spilled, smile fixed, tears flow. Floor, coming from his head. Love intermingle with the blood on the. Honeymoon. Memories of better days, better. It out together, in Nova Scotia, on their. Examining when she struck. They had picked. The whalebone flute that he had been. In her hands. And a carving in his hand,. And she sits on the floor, with his head. Mind f...
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Zen Lunacy: 04/01/2010 - 05/01/2010
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010. Crafting the wind in marble. Casting the breeze in stone. Catching a zephyr in the moment. Raw and rough the rock begins. The sculpture starts undifferentiated. Unworked, unmarked, uncut, simply. Rock and a blueprint in his head. And a chisel in his hand. struck. Chips fly and chunks of white. Veined with grey and green and. Hues and streaks fall to the floor. Delicate detritus litters the workshop. Floor the figure emerges slowly. Rough at first, but lines begin to. 160;  ...
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Zen Lunacy: 07/01/2010 - 08/01/2010
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Thursday, July 22, 2010. Kittycorner from the manneken pis. Poured into a fluted glass. 160; which flutes likes a tulip does . 160; a large bulb, arabesque indented meniscus and a lip . When you pour the beer right down along. 160; the lower curve out . 160; of that rounded arabesque tulip glass . 160; it seems to be all foam . 160; at first. 160; until . 160;it rises golden . Choppy waves of heady foam. Moonlit forest gl...