Rituals of Probability In A World Without Desire

The Important Things I Like Happen To Be Big
2009 - 11"x12", Mixed media on wood.
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The poem titled "Rituals of Probability In A World Without Desire" lives within the newspaper collage of this painting.



Rituals of Probability In A World Without Desire
A yellow vortex of exploding bubbles.
The theme untitled.
Potential electricity is so often the case.

One outstretched arm.
I don't understand it.
Is nil French for zero, or nothing?

Every evening, in the morning.
Night after night,
Recalling someone red.

I know you from somewhere.
Look at my watch.
Is this you?
I imagined who I recognized.

Found with a few trees.
Cold water.
A metaphor, or fiction?

It's a composition in need of a story.
Prolific bunnies that never seem to connect.

Imagining a message on all sides.
It would have to be a message.
Incomprehensible, and therefor indispensable.

An original dream.
To be hypnotic, and express a desire.
Take me there, to find death.

The idea of abstract surrealism.
Emotion beyond the Freudian art.
Paint the potential to perceive.

Concealed in what was innocent.
Performing nude,
In beautiful, expensive, paste-on glitter.

Give to the gladiators everywhere.
There were seven.

Sense of Guilt Fantasies From the Early 60's Joined With Charisma

Bizarrely beautiful,
Completely absurd,
And subtly off-kilter.
Glue explains the lack of conjunction,
With impermanence.

A fascination gone too far,
In this pure realism,
Whose primary mode is X and Q.

A dozen readers of nothing.
Can this book develop misunderstanding?
A consciousness incomplete.
The other, we had to innovate.

The rule of thought was fascinating, and birds sang.
This was original.
Mistakes delineate an uncertain entity.
Survive the stories we tell through telling.
Stories about perceptive cats,
An old woman who sits.
Reality is made of reality.

Echoes change in mood,
While becoming unstable.
The ever increasing complexity of history,
Mirrors the lifetime of three.
From a leader among the defeated.
The dream of revolution.

A picture raises two questions.
Prejudice or intellectual arrogance?

Here is a way.
A precautionary approach to nature.
If you practice nature.
The scientific argument changes.
Life with nature, arranged in sections.
I was delighted.

Redefined or difficult to prove,
The third mind glaring.

Laid to rest.
Mixed feelings now transformed.
Examination of reason while driving.
A double reward.

Translucent brush strokes.
My mind living elsewhere,
From thought to thought.
Tokyo, Paris, New York.
The sound of two hands between east and west.

Days, seconds, a staccato.
Because I am normal.
Ordinary life.
A reminder of the real.