2018 challenge

Sage and future me.. ( Final analysis)

" You’re a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden
Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no)" Sage Francis

A little bit punk rock... ( wall feelers)

Art wood assemblage ( to go forward, one must go through)

Not yet unwound.
Not yet unbound.

Art by Antonio Mora

Quintessentially English part II

Quintessentially English..

Healing Kate.

Million dollar design

To thine own self.. ( the other game) ( Be more Sophia)

Radical selfism. Cutting the junk.

The flaw at this point is care taking : old school child- learned female behaviour; also known as woman junk. It is a distraction from your dreams. It is an excuse to negate the self. MB

Unauthorised entry.

She steals blind
She steals time.
She steals mine. MB

The feel of days.

Down time.

Burning rivers in the night ( The Dragana tales)

There is a crack. A thinned out sliver of a self gone down; broken by lines of transatlantic fury. The hard things that splinter when they break.  Like a moot entry on an empty shelf;  Half-veiled like a cryptic sun reflecting awkward directions. Cords are ripped and frayed. It is a winters day as she finishes up the sorting. But there is a quality of light as life slips wordlessly away. MB

Delaying the inevitable ( unpacking christmas)

These are dark days, enveloped themes too stretched. The world is tight and brittle with threads that break. Too old, too tight, too faded; salt-less and with out taste.  Like food no longer good; essence off it's time and date. I fall down into lost life and dark crimes. Tight old days mean nothing.I cannot hold myself. I have worn away.  MB

Kicked in spaces,..

On the verge of things that won't speak or explain. The creeping gnaw of expectant need. Hacked down by cynicism and forget. She's crossing boundaries. She's forging passes. MB

David the magnificent

“.. Colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middleclass non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets is each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstasy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization…See the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.”  The world according to Japhy. Dharma Bums by jack Kerouac.

David the Chimpanzee RIP. You are a legend hero magnificent God