Some of the bones...

The bones.
The conceptual undercurrents.

The deeper sensation and spatial anomalies.

What's empty in this room?


From there springs the thing itself.
There is a Rufus Wainwright song I've
Never heard before playing on the radio.

That cat makes a fella jealous.
Just fuckin' wails it out.

Some new work (incomplete) that will
appear in the first issue of

MeatRobes: An Exploratory Magazine.



You See...art is fun.

But also Serious.

Much love.  

Here are a few of the conceptual bones:

http://hermetic.com/bey/taz_cont.html

http://www.soul-healer.com/

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chuang-tzu-and-the-butterfly/ 

Let me know if any of it touches you.

At all.

In any way.  You beautiful fuckers.

A late addition, found just this morning:

http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/05/on-censorship-salman-rushdie.html