01012012.
Greetin’s. And don’t worry ’bout them rumors. Word has it the Mayans were off by a thousand years.
Good at head-polo, tho.
Happy Of The Year. New.
All New-Worlders prosper in this year. All their pony-dreams come true, their best selves emerge, and it’s like 1976 all over again, except better, without all the bad seventy-six stuff.
Snovum godum to you as well.
Another Reagan in four years? Yikes.
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 1:13 am
flourish and nourishment
carving a new self from the broken block
careful to leave the natural beauty of weathered shapes
revealing the stone encasement
time metamorphosis
wings
perfection the pipe dream of momentary existence
perfection the reality of motion each moment
stillness the vehicle of travel
an island of life
naturally sculpted stardust
beauty and chance
lucky stardust we are
the art form that knows itself as such
a museum of fine luck
curators of ourselves
we are the plants, the single cells, the insects, the birds, the fish, the fungus
each part of our shape
extinctions the lost limbs of Venus
restorations and birth
letting go of intention
embracing accident
learning to love ourselves
and our accidental beauty
perhaps then beauty will embrace us
and the stardust
in awareness
of
stardust
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 8:48 am
I want to hug this poem
for an entire year.
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 10:00 am
That is quite excellent.
And I can only reply with this –
Praise Rang.
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 11:39 am
This is probably the most powerful Tim and Eric bit ever, though. Powerful art. Quite moving.
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 11:48 am
Sorry man. 2 1/2 minutes of the Terrys was all I could make it. Too powerful I guess. I feel violated to have gone that far.
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 10:56 pm
But the ending is so redemptive. So amazing. Such a fucking twist.
Comment on January 1, 2012 @ 11:40 pm
Eee gads.
Had to write a bio recently – so challenging, but for what’s it’s worth this is what I wrote. Hopefully it is accurate.
I have lived several places for long periods of time, all within the United States however. I have a BA in philosophy. I’ve worked in numerous capacities ranging from business manager to computer geek to photojournalist. Art is my favorite niche and includes everything from drawing, painting, sculpting, cartooning, animation, photography, crafts, videography, music, and dabbling in writing. I love dance but do not possess any dancing skill except for comic relief. I also love gardening. I love the natural world in all its facets and find strength, peace, inspiration and purpose in it and from it. I try to leave as small a footprint as I can because everything is shared and the more you share the more you have. I am cat-like in my curiosity in that it sometimes kills me but the satisfaction of discovery always brings me back to explore once again. There is no such thing as boring, only a lack of imagination. My guiding principles are: show up, pay attention, do my best, tell the truth.
Comment on January 2, 2012 @ 12:29 pm
Beautiful, Cat-eyes. I’m glad I know you.
BTW- your closing reminded me of this quote I just came across:
“Not only do you not know what will happen, you don’t even know what can happen … Radical emergence occurs all the time, Turing machine to the Web to Google, Facebook and the Arab Spring. Taken together this suggests something I’m falling in love with: Live the well discovered life. Here you do not know, as you live your life forward, as Kierkegard said, even what new opportunities will open before you affording unexpected virtues you can perfect.”
– Stuart Kauffman
Source
Comment on January 2, 2012 @ 1:21 pm
That is, Cattish Critter, the truth about you. Hopefully those words are read by someone who respects the truth, and not some other who expects the lie.
Praise Rang.
Comment on January 2, 2012 @ 2:50 pm