#amalgamare

[frammenti-di-ametista]

Sai quei demoni che tanto odi, forse, si amalgamano quasi perfettamente ai miei.

- Frammenti Di Ametista.

[amalgamare]

A Creative's Rumination on AI

Once upon a time a boy wandered into the woods as he often did. He was enamored by the world around him and enjoyed sketching under the bows of a sprawling live oak teeming with wildlife and dripping with Spanish moss. He would get so involved that at times he couldn’t see the forest but for that tree. On this particular day, a caterpillar dropped onto the end of his pencil and started spinning what seemed like a cocoon around the staff. The boy watched, spellbound by this act. Once the back end was covered, the caterpillar spoke to him. “Turn your writing instrument around and wield it like wand. Only think the idea and it will appear on the page.” Sure enough, the boy waved the modified stick and imagined the caterpillar smiling at him and thus a likeness such as he sought appeared on his page. He then imagined the whole of the grove he sat in and thus a similar image appeared. The caterpillar proceeded back to the tree to form his own chrysalis as the boy joyously ran from the hidden glen clutching his precious gift.

In the days and months that followed, the boy remained inside his abode, harnessing this new skill while neglecting the forest that gave him such a gift and the writing end of his pencil by which he had honed his imagination for so long. On a particularly sunny day when the flowers were in full bloom, a day that would normally have drawn the boy out into the woods, a butterfly fluttered through an open window and landed on the boy’s shoulder. The boy ignored it. The butterfly spoke, “Why is it that you no longer come to the forest, studying, sketching, and sharing in the world?” The boy replied, “It’s you! Such a gift you’ve given me, I no longer need to visit the grove for this tool you’ve given me is sufficient to engage my imagination.” The winged creature in sadness replied, “Child, you may now think you see the forest for the trees, but you are pale, and the depth of your knowledge runs shallow. I fly above the trees and into the trees. You wield a staff with two ends. Sharpen the one as you consider the use of the other. Both provide unique opportunity and perspective.” It then flew out the window and, as the boy watched its brilliantly colored, fluttering wings, it disappeared in the sky. Shading his face from the sun the boy noticed a cloud form. He grabbed his pencil and sketched the cloud and the butterfly, then used the wand to capture fleeting details and help him order his thoughts before returning to his original drawing. That day, the boy returned to the forest and remembered the joy of discovery, armed with both new and old ways to develop his ideas and craft them for sharing with others.

FINE

[batsanonymous]

Amalgamare, the dragon

[amalgamare]

BOXED STEEL REVIEW

Just received a great review from a recent performance/printmaking exhibition.

http://www.thebowerbirdlbk.com/#!Photo-Review-Boxed-Steel/c16ee/56eff91d0cf266a2925528bb

[amalgamare]

cloud breaks

written one sleepless night. wrestling with thought and memory. formulating narrative poetry of past and future with my son.

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the cloud breaks the sun makes the ground shakes for the mourning,

the  day was bright and clear the feeling fresh

and faithful many reasons to relish.

Tired in well doing. To rest for a moment that will help the shakes.

Shakes.

The town is far but not too far where fresh fruit will bear upon next visit.

The time was short but full of favor.

The time was long, life short. Life long. Long life. Long meaning

to extend beyond the verified time of lacking in duration short being less than long.

There’s not much else to take. Views point to make.

Each day, journey makes a break from every shadow a new form take.

Sun shines and so must I. sitting on the grass to form a new memory.

/Memory a funny thing. Recall, repose, refact upon imagining, changing? Maybe?

True to holder cherished. Around a corner around the room.

Chase around the pole too soon. Stop and flight then run a face. Laughter abound.

Smart. Curious. Problem solving. The smallest of tasks thought through.

Remembering the first of the season. Under chair instead of around.

/Where? Sound. Vision. Strange thoughts. Short. It was short. Sitting on the grass.

Running through the leaves. Hydrangea. Blue. Soft. Fresh. Plume.

Red stripped smile.

The nation changing for short long. Short. Long. Long.

It must be long. Hunting for a new reason a new tell to dispel

the short.

Swing the fear away, but back, arrives with cloud break and ground shake.

Awake to darkness. Sitting still. Lost in thought.

/Thought a crossing of paths. Light under squares moving with thought. I-O-P- last for just a moment. Break the darkness break the night. Nights those endless times with nothing to see or do.

Isolating.

Nothing near, but break, break the cloud, torrent of fear, Memory light.

Long. High and clear. Uncontrolled. Best of sonic undulation. Tongued through teeth the sound eludes til bright a sharp and brilliant appear. Long.

/Three. Three vocable designations. Appellations. Short. Piercing memory and mind. Long. Holder brought to next. Fill my cup. Drink the glass and long. Must save a sip for dark.

Keep the pages turning flip. Thin. Small. Black and white. Long.

Breath. Breathe. Deep slow long. Not short. Endure.

Turn to breath. Breathe. Breath deep. Keep. intake.

Flash. Move. Make. Rotating round and blue.

Green continues on the line, persisting long and clear in melody.

Memory. Keen and crisp. Soft. Calculating turn the pieces to.

Move movement eyes lock souls move. Long it must be long. Turn thin.

Embrace.

Song in voice will never fade. Hum. Hum. Hum. Hum. When hum numb. Short.

Savoring  /Savor. To linger on sensation. long. Short lived. Memory fades and then renewed. Darkness then grey then right and light. Sleep escapes the light.

sleep escapes the night.

Upstairs is reeling not to fade. How long. Short? Could it be short to time and face remain. Go. Must go. Face to face. Long. Light. Cloud breaks.

Song the night away. .. short. So short. Thin turning. Migrant memory. Moving. Incompatible, unusual, oppugnant. Not belonging. Shot. Let it be short.

marked. Lost stamp, yet stamped a new.

/stamps you find at store. Ink of social marking. Product of beams. Towfold pillars strong.

Light the second emitted waves of thought and pattern.

Black. Dark. Repugnant.. ash of mouth.

Full resistant. Remit. Confusion. Light under weight. Shadows resist. Recurrent. Replenish. Memory. Memory. Memory poor. Short. Long. Forget. Relive. Revisit. Black. Cloud break, corn grows. Roots. Flip thin. Black and white. Red. Red will not move. Long. Red. Expunge. Long. Red. won’t fade. Fateful. Turn thin. Faith. Fresh. Sweet. Recall. River running sweet and pure. Fruit to fill. Hum. Hum . hum .hum. hum.. long. Always.

Seven. Seven fresh faithful fruits. Full. Rivers dance and dart and move.

Rivers change dry and full. Current facing current forcing. Fresh. Long. Short. Short to still. Peaceful pond. Still. Flapping wings disturb . rivers move and breath and keep and calm. Rivers breed. Memory long. Anew. Refresh. Afresh. Mesh of frame to catch the long. Memory keeps. Short to long. Not long to short. Ground breaks as cloud shakes. Breathe. Deep. Short then long. Let cloud break. 

[amalgamare]

dream chart 050115

[amalgamare]

yellow shirt

I picked out my shirt for the day. It was a yellow shirt. One I wore for a family photo with Perrin. I can't look at the shirt without thinking of him. The photo's by my bed. Colors flooded my mind, memories jumping. Everywhere I looked that morning I found colors of him. Thomas at my bed side, blue, Percy by my wife's in green. I wrote. I couldn't stop thinking. so I wrote...

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colors 040915 Colors stare from forgotten and remembered forms Reeling through memories they stab and caress Color reveals form, forms defined by color Memory fresh and forgotten Turning wheels shift with blue and green High red smile on wheels comes towards sight Yellow shirt of happy times… Colors glare, accusing, forgotten? never Reopened gash, struggle Reeling through open gates Windows to the past Two choices contend for consciousness Assaulting and cajoling to give equal advantage Choice of colors Memories forming Colors stare, yearning for response, remembrance. Former forms col ors c ol ors c o l o rs

[amalgamare]

      Let's just be honest...