Tag Archives: Poetry

Just Outside the Wine Crate at Sunset

Posted on December 15, 2011 by randomyriad

I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! Friedrich Nietzsche and there is no object so soft, but makes a hub for the whole universe, and I say to any man … Continue reading →

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The Next 3 Years

Posted on December 12, 2011 by randomyriad

I am getting a jump on the whole New Year’s resolution thing as I am finished with my classes, and I have some time to think about it. I looked at my 101 in 1001 list and decided that most … Continue reading →

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A Few More Images From The Wine Crate and Some Thoughts On The Creative Process

Posted on November 12, 2011 by randomyriad

“If we are to solve the problem of what to do with our consciousness, we need more astutely constructed models as that consciousness changes, develops. They must be relevant and flexible; and the execution must be fine enough to endure.” … Continue reading →

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Three Visual Poems: Meaning is Optional

Posted on November 8, 2011 by randomyriad

Meaning is Optional Floating detached from remembrance a shadow in the strip of light under the door into a darkened room. I create the black dog outside Waiting open to find a box of wires on the floor, Power sent … Continue reading →

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Words Are Where the Hate Goes to Hide.

Posted on November 5, 2011 by randomyriad

STUDENTS REPEAT A POEM‘S SLURS, SURPRISING THE POETS AND AN ELITE BRONX SCHOOL The poetry assembly on Tuesday morning at the Horace Mann School, in the Bronx, was meant to be provocative. The visiting poets who led it asked students … Continue reading →

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