Harnett-Hargrove, Harnett, Hargrove

Erase yourself – I mean, brace yourself.
Trying this:
Shoulds walk in a wide open field - where do they meet?
When do they pass on parallel paths never touching?
This type of falling is almost a complete time change.

I saw a man of two minds. He wore a hat and carried another. Two women balanced baskets on their beds. One full of branches one full of empty. Though they all walked with care and caution,  the basket head women walked with a bit more confidence. 

Again, when you are dealing with inward reality, unreality, and non-reality any muse will do to fold into the slipstream of the whatever.

I admire Bruegel's way letting the viewer discover camouflaged  themes in his work. He seems to be busy with the 'embracing the whole catastrophe' thingy. The device undercuts the importance of what he believes is important, and so, drives home the importance of what he believes. The smallest detail becomes a crashing glissando that will not be ignored. He has this perfect way of dismantling our minds, to ensure them being built up again with crisp sight and fresh response. 

Okay, yea, well — I think he's pretty cool.

The inner palette of decay...
His paintings were but the thinnest films of oils and pigments, easily scratched, easily rubbed out, easily smeared, upon wood panels so easily broken and burned. He himself but a sack of blood and bile and choler, fit to burst and leak at any time. And out in the world, evil piled upon evil, with no end in sight
-Rudy Rucker  Bruegel 

Paint what you know is there, not what you see.
- Pablo P.


Taking random shots at important questions.

Free Will or Working Cause?

Cause seems to be a push — pushing you along with what comes next. The because.

Will is a pull, pulling along what you want to happen, making it go a certain way. 

Which wins out most of the time?

Biting the proverbial coin and seeing if its real. 

Having a mental filibustering afternoon. — 
Over-thinking till the final hour. 
The way hard boiled ideas, get kicked to the curb.

With me, cryptomnesia wins most of the time. But I may have figured that before now.


Randomness has been the newest normal.
I've always preferred mythology to history. Because history is made up of truths which eventually turn to lies. Mythology is made up of lies that eventually become truths. - Jean Cocteau

Check Engine light requires the dreaded Push Codes … or, Yea, Right.
#P0442/evap emissions system leak …aka she'll take the bait 
#P0507/idle air control higher per min … aka reel her in
#P0328/knock senior … aka basic sucker punch 

Arguing with  myself. 
Head vs. Heart
Reason vs. emotion
One side accused of being unreasonable the other of not caring.
Hah! "You can't fight in here! This is the war room!"  - Pres. Merkin Muffley / Dr. Strangelove

Everywhere the Queensbury rules do not apply, nor the hierarchy tidal rules of chess.

The bad news we are all going to double-ell. The good news is there's plenty of pillows in the basket.


Harnett-Hargrove, Harnett, Hargrove

This guardian angel leaned against the brick wall, struck a match on his heal and had a smoke. He was in no hurry.

I dreamed of  an art opening. The room was totally empty, very well lit and the walls were washed warm white. It was entitled "The Power of Omission."

I just went back though a bunch of Old Work - that I m not happy with. But, I am not going to rework any of it.
Hell, I can do New Work and not be happy with it.

Time goes and I  wish I had more physical manifestations of how the hours were spent.

System vs. Goal.
Stick with a system and you will attain the goal.


Directions slow to cresindo.

I had lost my notebook, shoes and mis-placed my fancy math text. Frustrated, all I could do was glimpse down the hill over the trees to see the web of streets I needed to navigate to get to the University -  and the classes I was late in attending. I ended up cutting through yet another building. I moved higgily-piggily,  outrunning my sight and slammed into Andy Warhol. I pardoned and asked him for directions. He responded politely saying  this was the symposium building and that they, too, were searching for answers. I inquired if he and the rest of the students were using the correct accent.


As soon as I realized I did not have to play tag, 
I didn't.