Nothing like zen
That moment when
‘Nothing’ treats you like a friend
I’m not a victim
of emotion
I know what I want
The line
that binds
is taut
free my mind
expel the thought
it hits the spot
what’s next
is fate
I stand beside myself
In front
I watch the words
dribble from my mouth
I spit the blood of another
in the end I am in love
“Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express — verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner — the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by the thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern.” – Andre Breton, Surrealist Manifesto of 1924.
Research I performed into the Surrealist movement of the early-mid 20th century, for a novel I wrote, left me with a valuable and sometimes mysterious tool. “Automatic Writing” is a technique used by Surrealists to open the pathway from the subconscious to paper. My belief is the relationship between a purist view on this pathway, and the reality of it, is somewhat asymptotic. Even so, I found the process itself actually works in mysterious ways, and even can cure a case of writer’s block. I will never know how it works, I just know what it has left behind. Here’s an example of a writing I did in just a couple minutes.
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Manipulation. Gnomes unpronounced. Singularity, confused and fused. Deliberate trees starve. Too little beforehand. Bequeath, mammoth. Why I starve myself for you? Even though. Grasshoppers sing melodies. Keys to forgotten locks. Fury and furry. Heads in common. Black beneath- can’t see. Forever, too many. Dire. Drums implode. Vacuum inside, blow out. Forever the tea kettle whistles. Brains out of force. Intercepted the preposition. The premise, intent inherent. Value masks the truth. Who knows what to write. Negative opposition to be only you. Undertaken caretaker. Foresight, behind. Les miserable little girl and flags rebel. Is it a dog? Chains sing persistently. The hum and ring. Tether to fall. Go upward, beyond blue. To much in control now. Stop.
Thanks for visiting. This site is solely a means to share my writing and photography with those interested. Read through and you may notice a common stylistic thread. Minimalism runs throughout. Each piece is meant to be sipped like a fine espresso. Take it in, taste it, roll it around on your tongue. Savor each word, and by the end all will be saturated by the flavors of your mind. You will find your own interpretations blended with my initial thoughts create a new translation. Due to risk of over saturation, however, I’ll attempt to mix in a few pieces to cleanse the palette.
My trek in life has been to explore the things I love most, and my work is the culmination of just that. Nature, color, words and visual imagery have always been at the forefront in how I navigate my own story.
To me, an image is a fleeting moment of perspective in a much larger narrative. While I work to perfect my perspective, and to manipulate moments to create as beautiful a piece of art as I can, I still strive to, and wonder when I will capture those rare moments completely out of my control. Those are the most beautiful moments. I’m a lifelong writer and photographer, whether they be happening, at some parts of my life only in my head, or whether I’m lucky enough to get them out of my mind. My collection on here represents some of my favorite shots, all with a story behind them. I hope over time, to connect with others either a little, or even more so, who share in my perspective.
You may wonder what a piece means to me, but I’m curious what it means to you. I appreciate any feedback you may have, however please leave editorial critiques for those who desire them. Thanks again for visiting.
There’s a place called Marin
where redwoods grow tall
and misty sea crashes
to the rocky wall
Where wind strewn grasses sway
and children play
Where magic looms every step
of the way
Where white gulls cry
blue lizards run
and red dirt paths lead to the sun
Where hills overlook
blue waves
And a golden bridge sways
on strings
and plays
like a violin
And there’s you
a little girl
who’s sails yet will unfurl
A soul called Marin
who’s never known
or seen
the beauty she’s yet to bring
Who’s eyes
see the simple
who’s mind
knows truth
You’ll walk your path
down tales in youth,
in old
and magic
all told
will be yours
one day
and play
like a violin
swaying over blue waves
The world is changing around me
I look but cannot see
blinded by those beside me
The world is changing around me
think I know
fear what I don’t
but won’t
accept
The world is changing around me
My limbs
My home
My state
I roam
The world is changing around me
fall in love
world’s alive
go to college
strive
find a job
survive
The world is changing around me
My father dies
The world is changing around me
She breaks my heart
I travel abroad
childhood leaves
I’m not as smart
As I thought
The world is changing around me
I move away
The world is changing around me
birth and death
hope and sorrow
love and hate
tomorrow
The world is changing around me