A little chilly
before the thaw
- She called
- He answered
As you were
by the tine
We showed up
Interactive narrative toss send off story
A girl and a boy
at some point
don’t you wake up
NOT TO BE EVIL
or do you
look in the
artwork by robert montgomery at robertmontgomery.org
Epic poetry – Poet laureate – as if maya Angelou read the song of myself But As everyone together imagine-
Music – Lyric poetry – voice of angels
Healing arts – dynamic exchange, science quantum physics
All-encompassing species survival
Painting – Sculpture – Film and Photography
Performance Dance theater installation
Storytelling – cave painting – chronicles of humanity
public architecture – collective space
Tragedy and Comedy actors writers giving experience meaning
muse of collaboration directors and conductors 🙌🏼 Those who fuse the ones who lead living energy
creativity as not just talent or none At all
the muse of alchemy
in 9 sec
anesthetize don’t agonize
III – THE end painting “OBEY”
Look at how the chaos comes together
only stepping back from the drawing
made of lines of sketches
can you see the monster
guiding the hand of the drawer,
The one who draws to avoid
having to use words.
Words have failed me. They are not the truth. I was not allowed to speak the truth. When I finally did, I was punished harshly.
This is the way it is.
And this is who surrounds you.
Republican opposition derives from a philosophical resistance to being compelled to do anything that benefits others.
And yet they call themselves Christians
Followers of the man who said love one another
Who was homeless
I now know what a cultural species-wide blindspot is.
The existence of hypocrisy came before it was named which means the consciousness came first, the awareness of the ability of the human sentient being system that we describe, stupidly, as “heart and mind” (sorry, your heart pumps blood, it’s not making decisions, that would be your loins), not to mention the debate about the “soul,” which Descartes believes existed in the spleen, to lie to itself.
I am 50 years old, a woman who has been living in a repeated cycle of emotional trauma for the past 46 years. I cannot find work, after devoting my life to my career. I am adopted and have no knowledge of any birth relatives. I am alone in this world in a way few of you can imagine as the most heart-breaking event of my life is that I did not have children. No one will care when I die. That is what you realize when you were adopted and people lie to you saying it’s the same as blood, but it’s not.
Wouldn’t that be nice
for that is what it is to be alive, here, in this absolute
Why ask yourself what makes my heart sing?