I am typing on the world’s softest keyboard. It’s like having jello fingertips.
I was reading “Skinny Legs and All” again last night. It is such a good book.
I like its definition of art as something that you can see in your head, but you know doesn’t exist in reality, so you try to make it exist.
I think this is what Robert Bateman cannot understand.
Art as imitation? That is just flattery.
Painted fangs and paper coats, a canvas of timeless snow. To make beauty and life something to look at.
I disagree with it all.
Make randomness. Find splendour in it.
Paint the pattern of your mind in the fickle sand, and know that it will blow away.
To be or not to be timeless? Infinite? Or just human?
We err, we die, we hold stiff poses against the sky – a sky that never changes. And what we make and what we shape is beautiful because it eventually ceases to obey the order we have inflicted upon it and metamorphs into something we could not ever have imagined.
And I ask myself, over and over again: where would I be if I had never met you?
A tan, bland comment from a waiter at a tea party. And I would have outlasted the winter with my ice and arctic breath.
But you and I – our pulse, our heart, together: we are not meant for trivia and sullen conversation.
The outside rules are writing themselves in rigid lines of decline, delineating the passive guests – but we, we are undressed and dressed again, an unfolding nebula of muscle, blood, and mirth, and who dares to say us wrong.
Who dares to say but sorry and thank you – these well-wishers and critics.
I see you and I’m dazed understanding. I’m iron on fire.
I’m living, I’m burning; I have stunned the artifex of my life in the shower, and these eyes – mine eyes are dancing the jive with yours.
And I’ll be here.
(kissing your eyelids shut at night).
For extra credit:
O, my love.
Rant and Roll 
Those final few pictures really made me chuckle, like something out of a comic strip! Can we see more of these style photographs?
Yes indeed! These snaps have been giving me the giggles all day long – anytime I look at them I laugh. Will definitely share more :) Glad you enjoyed them too!
So much like.
Thank you so much!
i read another tom robbins (rite? skinny legs?). oh, you poet, or metafyzzycysst. i get, jest a little, like that, but more (um) obfuscated (or izzit the same well of obfusk we dippfrum?) when i read t pynchon.
I am reading Barney’s Version by Richler at the moment (just took a brief rest for some Robbins). Next up is Pynchon all the way – looking forward to it! And then we can be meta-physicists together.
lol! nice post :)
xoxo
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, breathtaking, and stirring.
And the photos are simply brilliant!!
Oh man, I get way too much of a kick from those photos. It’s nice that M indulges me so. Thanks for the lovely note you beauty cat!
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Love it. We should be allowed to push “like” so much more than once.
This is such a lovely comment. My skinny legs and I thank you!
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Great!
Thanks sweets!
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That “headless” pic is great – looks like something from Calvin & Hobbes ! :)
It will never stop cracking me up. Totally Calvin & Hobbes for sure!