1/21/09
bheempalas 2
you all keep me busy.
there is a memory of living in a cold green shadow
and there is one of hot blue thickness.
oh and i fergot about that one blowing wind on a very very old night
when i saw you.
BLANK
now i run around a polluted ball of mist, finding memories!
with bheempalas.
1/7/09
bheempalas 1
i know they will open and i wish they wouldn't.
'bheempalas' opened them and made me feel, why were they ever shut?
it was a pleasant surprise.
more to come, memories are an irresistible species.
1/4/09
noise
these connections make it wise.
i watch you asleep.
deep in me.
and then some sparks.
here and there.
you don't know where i live.
neither do i.
but still
i watch the roof fall.
on us.
12/18/08
12/16/08
sketchbook,day 1
12/2/08
an ode to deleting
i cant vanish you.can i?
i dont know how to hide you
but webmaker webmaker
tell me how to live without you?
11/28/08
11/25/08
about not having anything to say
nonsense?
sense is unnatural.caution is unnatural.humility is?
rules are unnatural.highways are unnatural.making is?
art is unnatural.may be science too.food is?
cavewoman tied creepers around her i tie truths.
what is truth?what i see is truth.but i see lies so lies are actually the truth.
point is basically all has gone w-a-r-p-e-d in perspective!
11/22/08
Eames says
Charles Eames was a famous designer and design thinker..
a quote from a book about him i read,i thought i should share it here.
He often quoted from bhagvad geeta,"work done with anxiety about results is far inferior to work done without such anxiety,in the calm of self surrender."And he often attributed this idea to the physicist Richard Feynman,"Choose your corner,pick away at it carefully,intensely and to the best of your ability,and that way you might change the world."
book:100 quotes by Charles Eames, edited by Carla Hartman and Eames Demetrios
11/14/08
it seems
it seems a game of truths and lies
the moon has too many eyes
though all are yours, two are mine
11/12/08
11/10/08
11/8/08
1...2,3,4....1....2,3,4
you breathed
hot
scolding air
and
prolific sound of your whiff
you made me
sing inside
you are the life
but today you scared me.
in rhythm.
11/6/08
i am not am i
i swing
feet float flown
heavy, as air before the rain.
clogged
tough i stay
witty waiting wailing (a little)
dreaming, as water in a pond.
big and round
beautiful and glowing
slow and graceful, it all seems.
but nothing comes out.
just nothing.
though
am not scared,you are.
11/4/08
11/3/08
201
the ratio (almost) 200days: 200 posts seems (almost)unreal to me considering my relentless but failed attempts of regularities (almost) everywhere else.














