Category Archives: Poetry/Art

Sigur Rós – Varúð

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NUysiCX-XZQ

Art is good.

Art is hard.

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Sigur Rós: Ekki múkk (moving art)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INWZy3-Vw80

Watch. Listen. Feel.

Art.

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In time.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.” -Ecclesiastes 3:11 The space between the human … Continue reading

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Still raining…

Most of the time, we just need a change of perspective. If you can’t change your circumstance, change your heart. This begins by getting away from the mirror and daily throwing yourself at the foot of the cross.  Happy Thursday, … Continue reading

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Kansas Rain Never Stops (5 days)

This rain has been sucking the creative energy out of me.  This is no excuse. Happy Wednesday.

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Happy Valentines Day

WHERE TO SEEK LOVE I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of the day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night. Seek … Continue reading

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East Coast

It is the beauteous evening, calm and free; The holy time is quiet as a Nun, Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquility; The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the Sea. -Wordsworth  

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Drive.

The earth—that is sufficient; I do not want the constellations any nearer; I know they are very well where they are; I know they suffice for those who belong to them. Still here I carry my old delicious burdens; I … Continue reading

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Vacuums and Heartbreak

I have not blogged in awhile. I don’t have much of an excuse, but I am currently attempting to write a novel (though it may end up becoming a rather long short story). It takes place in the mid 90’s, … Continue reading

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Unrequited.

Are Russian cannibals worse than the English? Of course. The English eat only the feet, the Russians the soul. “The soul is a mirage,” I told Anna Alexandrova, but she went on eating mine anyway. “Like a superb confit of … Continue reading

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