Tag Archives: Thinking in Words

The Anatomy of a Doodle: Listening to the Backseat Driver

Posted on February 8, 2010 by randomyriad

I was watching a video on anatomy for artists and doodling. Later I finished it a little. I have no idea where my work will end up when I start. It is as if I am driving in a barely … Continue reading →

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A Poem Inspired by Kurosawa

Posted on February 2, 2010 by randomyriad

The Bad Sleep Well Corruption in high places provides many opportunities, to improve your sleeping accommodations. A deep sound hole in the night ground is yours for the asking. Support your local bureaucrat! Kickback and relax In a job well … Continue reading →

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Elephant Tracks: A Quote Inspired Poem

Posted on January 24, 2010 by randomyriad

“Elephant tracks! They were all around my tent this morning. There must have been several.”* This sounds perfectly reasonable to me. For most of my life I have been waking up to elephant tracks. I never hear or see any … Continue reading →

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My Movie Friend, Kurosawa and Star Wars

Posted on January 12, 2010 by randomyriad

Watching Movies with a Friend As I was watching Kurosawa’s “The Hidden Fortress” a few days ago, I was thinking how much my friend Pat would have enjoyed the two greedy, disloyal, and weak peasants that are the central characters. … Continue reading →

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January Bus Diary Part I

Posted on January 11, 2010 by randomyriad

1/5 As I put my quarters in the slot, the bits of hard boiled egg still floating around in my mouth taste like blood, and remind me of the broken tooth of a few weeks ago.  I walk past a … Continue reading →

Posted in Bus Writing, conversations, Other peoples words, paying attention, thinking in words, whereever you go there you are, winter | Tagged , | 1 Comment