this is my ecstasy of non-attaining:
she stood in the window like a cloud
and rained on my bed
pinned me down with thunder
flashes of light kept my eyes locked and dreaming
for a second
I held tightly what should be held
for a lifetime
Now she is circling as my satellite.
One day soon she’ll crash in my vicinity
I’ll put away the telescope
to haul her from the churning sea.
And I will hold, loosely
for a lifetime of lifetimes
a second of her
“My atoms like your atoms”, she said.
And why not?
Wasn’t it Plato who postulated once that people originally used to have four arms, four legs, and two heads? And because of our pride the Gods in that most ancient time punished us by splitting us in two- forever pining for our other half, for completion?
I have an alternate theory.
Once, ABKQZL were together. Then they were split up, through a process called mortality perhaps.
ABK was combined with WRM. Let’s call this new entity ABKWRM.
Meanwhile QZL was combined with CDE. Let’s call it QZLCDE.
Then after billions and billions of other combinations and permutations, of ages and lifetimes- in the same adjacent time and place,
we find an entity ABKW meeting QZLP.
Instantly, something happens, a recognition of the other:
” My atoms like your atoms .”
( recent drawings)
Don’t just exist. LIVE- learn something new everyday, think and do different things-expand on things- go deeper, don’t stay on the surface. Be kind, be patient with others. Everyone you see, including yourself, will die- everything you see will be gone, and the memory of them. There is only NOW . Choose wisely.
(recent work )
Sketches I do to and from work…
Actually I’m not interested in mere verisimilitude- plodding at making it “look” like the thing , with careful shading, etc. I’m interested in capturing at a glance the emotional/physical/spatial “gravity” of the subject. I want to develop this type of ” glance “, a glance that takes everything in- transforming all of THAT, condensing/compacting all the subtleties into a few lines. every stroke has to carry this “unbearable lightness of being “…This is beyond optics. It’s as if you’ve stripped all your skin off, and you’re feeling the world with exposed nerves…mere facility isn’t my goal.