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Monthly Archives: February 2015
Visual Tone Poem #1 – Curious USA
To get there, you follow a passage, not like this sentence is a passage, but instead, like a line is a passage, and you know that the road is there because you can see the houses, and you look up … Continue reading
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Tagged #ArtMiami, #ArtNYC, and before long a house interrupts this flow and you see your own tired eyes reflecting back at you in the glass., and beyond that you see the flat darkness of the fields, and listening, and you know that the road is there because you can see the houses, and you look up and down the line and see the telephone poles with the telephone lines that snap in some breeze unfelt, and you think you know what this is all about, as if they’re waiting for their cue, at least by you, click, corn rows fanning out in the curve of each line, Curious USA, Do you see the eyes? They've been there all this time, if you look away now, it’s just a souvenir, it’s ok to move on., just staring at you, keeping time with the purr of the tires on the blacktop, like a line is a passage, not like this sentence is a passage, picked up at a Stuckey's store somewhere in West Texas, riffs on robert penn warren, rolling down into the curve and back up, snapping your eyes up from the mesmerizing pull of the telephone lines as they stretch from pole to pole, that you've seen this written down on scraps of paper that were crumbled up and tossed in a trash can, the mouth, To get there, tone poem, where you repeatedly dug them out and smoothed them on your knee while mumbling to yourself that, you follow a passage, you hear the party lines hum with gossip and pig futures., you might just miss it., you pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road, You quickly roll down the window just to feel the cool breeze and you stare straight ahead and somehow you know that this image is just a passage moving through this curious American landscape and tha, you understand
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I was recently interviewed for ArticulAc
I was recently interviewed for ArticulAction Magazine – I might be too honest in this interview… although, honest might not be the word – maybe earnest or maybe just awkward? Or not.. either way I feel a little wind up … Continue reading
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Artist Margaret Ann Withers 