Microcosm of Mine

Rubber cement scented fingertips dripping onto finished project backsides mounted on bristol and no that is not the name of a girl but a type of paper for designated design projects effected teachers whim or syllabus appointed curriculum what is understood...self contained downplay vital midterm report that your parents wont see because its not about them anymore you are alone in progress in self sustained and mounting debt in dead lines and self motivation its not the pay its not the pats on the back but the finished project backsides in a microcosm of self importance.

Childhood 101

Spring chicken children
laughing
giddy youth
hop skip
giggle
bubble gum pop
spit distance contest
stick prod a dead bird
gasp
grotesque
en-trails
followed
down
a rabbit hole and out

Andrew Wyeth 1917-2009

The Newberry Library, Chicago, il. -2007

A pleasant summer in Chicago. A pleasant trip to the annual Newberry Library book fair. Flipping through numerous donated books. Dog earred and dusty volumes. A few pearls strewn about. A room of maps and posters...and he was there. Andrew Wyeth(poster). For those of you who don't know of him, he was an American painter, he painted warm portraits and stark landscapes. I wrote about him in a September blog. Today he is dead. Now go learn of him and make him a legend!

Dream Quirk 8/27/08

After the great race, in which I assume I was a contender. A stadium emptied of cheering crowds which I will assume were there maybe an hour before. Now though it was simply a stadium of various pools. A dim light shone clearly on the now silent pools. In which I assume maybe even an hour before were full of zealous athletes. I now stood on a platform above it all, reflecting on the event that took place earlier. From behind me a woman tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the rectangular pool in the middle of the now seemingly empty stadium."Go there and swim with the red fish." I looked over my shoulder and she looked at me with anticipation. From then I remember expecting a cold shock upon entering the seemingly vacant pool but instead the water was warm and clear. Swimming along side of me was a brilliant red fish indeed! Its fins were long and ribbonlike and dreamily floated and fluttered at the bottom of the pool. I saw the twinkle of coins, wishing fountain coins, I blew on a pile of them and they floated and scattered then settled again. I had spent my last reserved breath on those coins and made for the surface. All on a sudden the pool was alive with middle aged men swimming(clothed) all around. I wasn't startled at this it seemed a natural transition as in dreams. My head could not break the surface! No fear or concern, it seems I was waiting for a push to continue. And in such form, a push came from a fellow swimmer. With the palm of his hand he pushed the bottoms of my feet and I broke the surface, calmly swam to the edge of the pool and lifted myself out onto a deck. A deck that was overly populated by babies? Yes, smiling,crawling,sleeping quiet babies. Like beached seals by the hundreds they slept in bassonets, on towels, cribs or on the deck itself. I walk with quiet wonder carefully around. There where some mothers feeding or changing diapers. One baby girl dressed all in white sat in a white high chair as if on duty. She smiled and waved at me with tiny fingers and then I awoke.