Tag Archive: desire

I-BYZANTIUM

Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity. (W. B. Yeats 1933) We tend… Continue reading

GHOSTS OF CHRISTMASES NEVER

Sad, (ironic, too) is that what we share most is our isolation. It’s that time of year again. On screens everywhere are secular creches overflowing with simulations of love and respect. It’s the… Continue reading

INSUFFICIENT COMPENSATION

From opposite sides Fear and desire build a wall Separating me Another haiga (picture + poem) and so quickly after the last. Sorry. They with their form as important as content construction seem… Continue reading

SMALL CRAFT WARNING

This began as a run-on sentence begging to be a poem. Usually I resist such pleadings as I don’t know good from bad, poetry-wise, but it won me over, sorry. Of course, it… Continue reading

STOCK ART ZOMBIES

Imagine pretty and young urbanites with their skinny jeans and perfect hair, who are happy and arty at the same time—one or the other just ironically so, I assume. They, by owning the… Continue reading

THOSE WERE THE DAYS

The art above is speculative fiction. It shows an exhibit at a future museum of technology – a series of dioramas – showing life in the “late” Holocene epoch. The first three are… Continue reading

MISSMATCHMAKING

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart’s grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love…” ― W.B. Yeats My first pass at Margaret and Stanley… Continue reading

ETERNAL RECURRENCES

“For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.” —Ecclesiastes 1:2 “Everything is awesome Everything is cool when you’re part of a team Everything is awesome when we’re… Continue reading

THE WORK OF ART

All art these days is conceptual art. Content and style are no longer relevant to an artwork’s value. It doesn’t matter if that art is mass market or “fine.” Look at the wing… Continue reading

NOBLESSE NOT OBLIGED

So here we are in the 21st century recreation of a Victorian era adventurer’s den where our neo-feudal faux-aristocrat enjoys his smuggled Cuban and a fine old Islay. But it’s a virtual reality… Continue reading