Phy-d’eau ∞ Conceptual Fluid
Peek of Exchange
While trees cite sky and sky golds,
surrender, solar abandon, to beatitude!
Behold below, the escaped blue arboretum!
Departing Dimensions
Toward vertex, a vapour marble
rides its chimera of fibrous wind
and heroic solitude.
Clearing of the Lucid Balloon
Whether nighttime rises
or falls, between its borders
echo a flotilla of twilight.
The creek’s water stopped flowing
arcing to reach
outside its bed and up
against the pear tree,
Redless black morning chimney mount;
a two-dimensional relief
stamped on white-blue sky.
With ventilated hat,
in brick composure
the ragged outline of domestic industry
stands upright, dormant
while altocumulus float beyond,
sunrise igniting their pink.
I got something the other day.
After a glass of x knows what
and four men had to haul the
logs out of the corner, we
all might say we got something—
But really, it was I, I got it.
It started when the king fell
over. “No way to play chess”
I said,
referring mostly to myself.
But I hadn’t pushed him
and indeed not [...]
Starting off in the distance, where the gelatinous ocean rose in spots and dipped in others, waves rolled. Each following another as it finally dispersed itself into the fine sandy shore. One wave followed another but each grew again in the same place. It was impossible to follow one and not feel it also somehow [...]
Midnight lost its magic.
The parties decease without happiness
just Boredom.
A skinny, unwashed boy yells at
the wrong windows.
He’d serenade her if he
could find her.
Doesn’t matter that he can’t
since any other window’ll do
Ever thought about a typewriter? The kind of thinking where you separate it all out, making it type writer. Then go on with type, just on its own. Type, type is what you see right here, in front of you. It’s a type of type too. Times, probably. Times type. What type of thinking is [...]
1) Knock (together) on the side of a fishtank–they won’t mind, even at 2 AM
2) Puddles, immersive treatments to all the world’s puddles
3) Treat it to a bedtime story
4) Show the crook of your shoulder to a good friend and the slipper; then they’ll have something in common
5) Lie down outside someone else’s disco and [...]
He went around the side of the house and climbed over a broken fence. Climbing it was easy, the fence gave way, giving him way, and soon he’d stepped through enough waist-deep shrubs and weeds to gather their briars, hooks, and brown hitch-hiking bits from his pants for a bouquet of prickly plumes, which he [...]
Four sets of photos, sketches, and text accomplished in four different Montreal parks (fifteen minutes each). First day of Spring.
On the night before, I slept very little to ensure I’d sleep the next night. That next night held a flight–an entire night mixed up with invisible hands batting our poor vessel about the sky.
Piano sound carries itself
winking uponaround three flights of interwoven logs:
Trees petrified in
preservation of [...]
A cold polished stone
lolls on my tongue.
I curl the edges,
rolling the stone to the center
cradling it in a
sway of undulating
taste buds.
My tongue spoons
this sip of scotch,
rolling it
like a flaming
dollop of viscous honey,
down my throat–
yellow and round
an invisible note
of buoyant Bosch.
