the puppet the puppet

too much

leisure

can be


a bad thing.

Isis

paint your face white


and hideout.







waiting for a longdrawn dawn.



be patient.

back in Walt's hood.

from Leaves of Grass pg. 30

things here are old and so, it seems you are that much closer to people who were long dead when you started reading them. started thinking them. walt whitman is a long dead friend who walked these streets more than a hundred years ago. he seems closer now.

""Four of Walt Whitman's early notebooks containing fragments and revisions of the poem "Song of Myself," as well as notes of wounded Civil War soldiers' needs, are being returned to the custody of the Library, some 50 years after they mysteriously disappeared from LC's manuscript collections.

The notebooks, together with a cardboard butterfly photographed on the 19th-century poet's finger, came to light last month at Sotheby's in New York. A New York lawyer settling his father's estate took the four notebooks and the butterfly to Sotheby's for appraisal. He told Sotheby's the items were a gift to his father, who had them for some 30 years.""

"bed 15 — wants an orange. . .bed 59 wants some liquorice. . .27 wants some figs and a book."

moving trains, moving mountains

These days are sliding around on loose noirish tracks. I am feeling like wearing a raincoat in summertime, just to give me a place to be -a home inside a coat.

A lot of dreams of packing, a lot of hurry. I sense a definite loss of sky. Spending a whole day, a week without it. A part of me wants to climb up high, or away and be surrounded with something less interesting and more sublime. I do like the walking and the trains.
and the people in your face. All of the interesting details that seem to constantly gift themselves to you here, even the inbetween places are something to be seen. But i require an expanse, a mountain. I keep thinking about a mountain, a bob ross mountain.
And over that hill, that one hill is the home that i am wanting to see.

more okay gift of night pics

optometrist sermonizes needlessly..and is observed

The Gift of Night

good afternoon. we are an optometrist, our faces are discolored because when this picture was taken we were still in workshop mode. sorry. we are now polished and performing with many talented others and live ukelele and accordion music! until July 13 at Frenetic Theatre in Houston TX as part of the puppet show The Gift of Night by Jenny Campbell. more pictures of us and the whole show soon. it is a scary apocalyptic show..this is a review we just got for the show. if you are in Houston, come see!