There are winter bells

And colder places as well

Also dreams

And wishing wells.

To play the part

Winter is an art

To play with daffodils

Heaven can look like hell

Not really

Yet who knows anything?

Tea time and almost

Almost nude

Looking good in blue..

The video plays

The show is sweet

As new sweet shampoo.

Her dress is blue and cool

Nobody is a fool

Life especially.

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On the interstellar boat of dreamscapes

I SILENTLY CAME INSIDE A GIANT OCTOPUS CLOAK

THERE WERE SPACE SEEDS IN THESE DREAMS

FALLING INTO BLAZING TRAILS OF LIGHT

BEAUTY

I AM SURPRISED BY A MAGICAL PARIDISE

FREEDOM

BELIEVE ME I CAN FLY

THE GROWTH OF IDEAS TRANFORMS THR EARTH

PASSIONS TAKE COLORFUL ACTIONS

THE DOOR RIPS OPEN

SEE THE CHANGES

SEE THE CHEESE.
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The big memory of 2014 was living in Oakland with one of Oaklands main characters.

The man was African American and was once an owner and head chef of a soul food resturaunt.  He knew slave spiritual songs and was amazing at improvisation.  He wore colorful manly clothes, had a good laugh and could put on a mean stare.  He lived life zestfully and was popular with women.  His shoes were as bright red as his motorcycle.  For me he was the best of Alameda County.  Really quite a character.  I hope you are well.
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without Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Milton where would the novel be today?


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Hang a copy of this on your wall.

LOVE THE ART WITHIN YOURSELF

NOT YOURSELF WITHIN YOUR ART
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Love spites the mind as bigger and more bad ass then any thought.


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I don't understand this huge emergence of butts..

Yes they are amazing things, even dogs agree.

A bottom can do incredble things

It is like a new frontier

All hail

All hail

The awe inspiring rear

Now taking up a quarter of youtube

More butt than you dreamed possible

Spending time in ruinous rymes

For a good time

At the butt palace

The place to be

For free!!
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I believe in world peace..

And I believe for that to happen our hearts have to get involved.  Love is not just a value, there are complex feelings there.  I think the more we really love the more of a chance the world has.  All I can say is do it.
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Bring back the space kids!

We need more space kids!! :-)

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Give to universe the force, and embrace the beloved muse.

I sure hope This Weather doesn't mess with my writing this winter.  Plus other aspects of my life could weaken me as a writer.  So at least I hope not to suck eggs. 

I am starting this new year by moving.  Yes shy to say where, but I feel very positive about my choice.  A place of my heritage and personal history.  Plus it is a very handsome place.  Also people live here.  Sorry about you folks in Detroit.  I suppose things will pick up in my fiction, but poetry is my worry, and I must keep working on structure and structures.  To understand language keenly.  To go where no man has gone before.  Meaning should come mainly in the doing, less in profoundly pithy mind benders.  In other words the yucky developments in writing.  I loath the writing that suggests the great importance of the interior world of the artist.  I WOULD RATHER EXPRESS THE LIGHTNING IN MY SOUL.

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I'm a busy dream. 46 year old guys are not ugly and completely useless to the world! This is my new power politics. Soon you will believe! :-)

Radio Mark.

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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.