Others That Do / Ancient Mariners Sing

would it hurt
you to riddle my
imagination.
sustained but not in pain
this draize trains runs aground again
blind, I might be
but

there are eyes
there are glances
there are imperfect promises
I made to no one
thank you merlin
lead the dragons to the slaughter
for the sins
of all your daughters
fathers
cast to slithering snakes
and doused with gasoline
saxophones and liberty hitting middle C
in the brief moment between death
distraction and promise
in my hand I carry change
lye crystals lay on my hand
burning like lonely boy
held down in the deep end
will the circuit ever make
a connection
or will the bed
just sit there
and burn


dream big
guitars and
boys screaming in imprecise
decibels
sun shines, park lines drawn
in the difference between presets and
what you get to match seasons
treason beckons for whiskey tango fuck the noise
wavelengths disappear in cardio dawn drenched
arpeggios sustained dreams ethering
dithering with hercules
arms wrapped
old films acting as arms
in a mirrored glass reflection

Its all about the work

"After all, Debussy was considered impossibly avant-garde in his time. It's hard to credit such a response to his music today. Similarly, Brahms piano concerto #1 was reviewed in its day as 'noise'. We need to grow into modern works. We shouldn't ask that things be made too easy for us."

David Sylvian, on modern artistic development.

God I love this....so right-fucking-on its hard to imagine. Yeah, you develop the work, but the relationship to the work, or the relationship it has for others is what it becomes. That happens outside the initial burst of creative spark that gives reason to the intangible ideas we pull out of the ether. But after that, what? To me that space is when something moves from being the "work" to "art". when someone else grasps its experience. when it resonates outside the body of its creator.

And that is the power of art(which is a big bucket of others things, not just 'painting'). Pretty potent stuff if you have the talent to capture the lightning in a bottle. Alchemy and Ecstacy anyone?