:)

The most recent music I've put out:

https://sparrow.bandcamp.com/releases

Nice

Nice painting, I like the way you've caught the light (I'm jealous of your climate).

I continue slowly working my way through bars & pubs in South East Florida. One of my occasional haunts is the Blue Front BBQ. Interesting art deco building built in 1945. Unfortunately their food is inconsistent. I've had nice dinners there and others that sucked, but it does have the best happy hour around and my favorite local beer on draft "Due South Caramel Cream Ale". So all is forgiven. Ryan is the friendly bartender here:

(L)

There is so much going on, I guess the energy coming from your perspective, the crowds, the foods, the drinks with the main person you are in contact with at the centre of the bar. It is hard to digest and maybe that was intentional because of both your liking and sometimes disappointment when visiting there, but I get a strong glimpse of who you are, what you see and what is important to you. I really like it.

I wrote a thing:

I wait for a blinking light
Around which now this day does spin,
this tiny pulse of white.
Like a planet plucked
from out of space,
to cruelly warp both time and place
So that every glint and every glow,
rakes this heart to race.

But more than heart
so too does skin,
the knots beneath
which arch and spring.
And while the world around does dim,
become a foil for that flicker and flit
It's upon that gently blinking light
- your light,
I wait.

--

My first time writing a thing.

This is a rendition of the Matterhorn I painted about 15 years ago. I was reframing it so took the opportunity to photograph it.

Nice thing (Y)

When I Looked Upon a Car

Oh, prim witch, can you not uncrack your smile to make a sale? Your fault-lined face jagged and spiked. Did no one oil you up today? The clickings in your head buzz dry. What inner static stiffs you so?

(Why did I come here anyway? All metal and wheels and shine. Suffer me the steel-laden air...)

But wait, Judge Jaded, my inner wretch, what causes this riff, this nasty bass? As if her face forever frowned. But maybe, in a lick of light, a change of mood could take her flight and we’d cheery talk of life gone spare, words a-bounce like tennis balls, we’d float a sea with salty tales, we’d bang our heads on wordy walls, and spin the breeze ‘til it sucked us up, and off to Kansas in a tick ‘til Oz surrenders and we crack the whip. There’s no place like...

….this model though we only have white or black unless you’re...
...over 5 years but the interest would be slightly higher…

She’s not biting I see. My hooks spin above her murky pond. Her eely eyes can’t trace their trails, and so I respond minus the fat as lean and white and black as...

...Thanks for that. I’ll have a think.

Then off and out into the city’s stink.

True story!

(Y)

What is the media?

Cheers! I see the allure of the alleterative afflicts you too!

Is that a bad date? Or a fight with your partner? I don't know, but that was one of the best things I have read in ages. >:O


Beautiful.

Car saleswoman in a showroom :) And thanks! More shall I inflict on ye anon. ;)

Watercolour, that was my watercolour period.

(Y)

Here's a photo of a project I did at architecture school some years ago, a theatre on a piazza in northern Italy.

Here's another, a proposal for a chapel to an old church in Sweden.

One more, an unfinished proposal for a market hall in Sweden. Lots of triangles in this one o.O

On my first computer that I bought back in the 1990s I got to play with a fractal generator that would generate drawings of a type called "Drunken Architect".

Go, you good things!

Another recent "thing":

Moonlight explores valleys and streams
a creeping stillness that touches blind waters
and sentient mountains of dream.
Night skies are crowding around a distant light,
a towering skin of horizontal silence;
enfolded in the mechanical heart
where a random jumble of violence
pours a murmuring and faintly cacophonous
choir of voices up and out to velvet skies,
carelessly stirring the gathering violet of darkness.

You register the soft impress of the night;
beyond horizons migratory flames are licking,
and nomadic winds are fingering the light
across the formal surface of the world-wicking.
imaging the warm blooded cries of the moon.

Nice work, I'm a big fan of architecture.

Some poetic nonsense:

https://nobledust.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/tuning-peg/

An older one that I just posted:

https://nobledust.wordpress.com/2017/04/25/westsider-rare/

Thanks, and nice mountain view (Y)

I dreamt I flew on great white wings.
We sailed over my worries into the past,
Into the infinite first feeling.
Not like the first drop of rain,
But empty, as the first change in pressure.
After all, I was an egret -
Elegant, infinite,
Indefinite.

You know that hour between a normal day
And the oncoming odd orange glow –
No, yellow, like the house where we grew up;
The infinite hour, the inward hourless inlet
In the seaburn of the sorrowing glow…
No, not like that –
Like the concave memory
Of an oncoming rainstorm:
The intensification of a Psalm,
Like the first drops that remember
Like the remembering link in the mind
Of the first change in pressured hands and their electric touch?

That’s the feeling. That.
And not much else, but only everything else.
Only the nothingness of everything
Contained within the first feeling. Not the first memory.
The first feeling.

I dreamt I flew on black raven wings -
A child, infinite, carried on the sheer evolution of the mind
From innocence to an indefinite egress
Into the elegant inward of the inland egret.
Involution involuntary; evolution into inwardness –
“And a cold wind blows on the hearth forever.”
Not my words, but my brother’s.
In the house where we grew up.

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Kevin is a friend. He is one of the few native Floridians I have met here in Florida. He is very conservative, flies the flag, and works on his house and yard almost religiously. His yard is all fenced around, his protection. He barbecues like a pro.

a vision of myopia