Category Archives: Art in Nature

2 poems that happened today

Posted on July 4, 2008 by randomyriad

Summer Storm Day All night the storm grumbled around Lightning flickered through my eyelids With one tremendous crack-rumble ripping me out of loose sleep into the misty dripping dark in the morning my basement office cool gray light filtered through … Continue reading →

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Art in Nature/ Andy Goldsworthy

Posted on June 26, 2008 by randomyriad

I remember days losing myself in arranging rocks and driftwood on a beach, or weaving with plant stems, building river stone dams just to see what the materials and space and my body could make. Just to truly be in … Continue reading →

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Art Happens Wherever You Find It

Posted on June 1, 2008 by randomyriad

The first is a few strands of wet hair on the shower wall. I was fascinated by the consistently elegant curves and harmony of the overall shape as maneuvered it with my finger, but it remained beautifully abstract. The second … Continue reading →

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Three Poems From My Natural Science Period

Posted on January 9, 2008 by randomyriad

Twenty Years Ago In the heavy forest, My skin bordered the sky, Played with it, Wings probing, Noticing, Eyes turned on themselves. In between I was unprepared, Whirled from almost every year Back to that object of finding gaze And … Continue reading →

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Part of a Process

Posted on December 14, 2007 by randomyriad

Devastation is Not the End. Life moves everywhere in time, never ceasing its toil to reclaim the blasted land. Dust will be soil. Ashes will be a beginning. Life is process. Hear yourself speak. Listen to the sound, The music … Continue reading →

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