“Cheat.code” was projected onto “Dorion” by Bruce Beasley. Totally worth getting rained on.
Here’s some video 👇
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“Cheat.code” was projected onto “Dorion” by Bruce Beasley. Totally worth getting rained on.
Here’s some video 👇
Bruce Beasley, Axial Incidence, 1976, cast acrylic on wood base, 17 3⁄4 x 23 3⁄4 x 13 3⁄4 in. (45.1 x 60.3 x 34.9 cm), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Transfer from the General Services Administration, Art-in-Architecture Program, 1979.159.5
Khang Pham-New’s Escutcheon and Bruce Beasley’s Intersections 2, representing the rule of thirds.
bruce beasley - axial incidence (acrylic sculpture on wood, 1976)
Fishers
Bruce Beasley
Vain to fish with unbaited hook, the proverb says. I fished that way,
at 9, after Sunday School at Trinity Presbyterian, as God said (my schizophrenic, periodically catatonic uncle and preacher said) thou shalt not kill, so I would kill neither lake bass nor earthworm, thought the Lord was watching that rowboat and testing me, like Job or Abraham, to see if I’d break some covenant we’d made I couldn’t remember making,
dreaded that like Joan of Arc I’d be summoned someday in my backyard, under the pecan tree’s velvet greenfuzzed litter, to leave Alexander III 3rd grade to go and raise an Army to end the napalm flamethrow jungleburn Walter Cronkite told me about
so for hours in the rowboat with my father who’d left his own war without ever going to combat to Travel Mental Troop to psychiatric discharge after six months and told his family he’d been the sole survivor of a kamikaze-bombed carrier,
my unbaited hook would twitch along the lake bottom’s algae slime, my earthworm snuck back into bucket-writhe. He couldn’t know I was deceiving him for the Lord, humiliated on my behalf that hour after hour I got not even a line-tug. It humiliated me to disappoint that Pacific hero. And this is how we did it, outings of Father and Son; fishing for each other, with unbaited hooks.
Sonoma County Self Guided Bike and Wine Tour
Sonoma County Self Guided Bike and Wine Tour
“Sip, Sights and Cycle” rides are extremely popular in Sonoma County. If you stay at the Fairmount Sonoma Mission Inn, guests have the opportunity to take their own self-guided bike tour along paved bike paths, back-country roads, quaint towns, farm stands displaying just-picked produce, old train depots, and more than 30 wine tasting rooms, 25+ restaurants, and a variety of shopping…
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Bruce Beasley's Soul Parts
Bruce Beasley’s Soul Parts
This weekend I had the pleasure of introducing Bruce Beasley as he read from his new book, All Soul Parts Returned, at Village Books here in Bellingham, WA, on the blue wet coast of America. I’ve learned uncountably much from Bruce over the years. Not least he exemplifies to me how to speak to folks as who you just is. He’s one of the most authentic readers I’ve ever encountered – venues! book…
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Deeper into the gone
Unbehold by Bruce Beasley
Lord Nelson’s hand, blasted off by musket-fire at Tenerife, stayed clutched into a fist
in the gap below his stump, the unbeholdable fingers stabbing
their ever-longer nails into his palm. Daily in the amputated place
the gone fingers cut deeper into the gone & welted
skin. If a hand can outlast its shearing-off & still
inflict its scratch & cramp, he thought, how much more must the soul
go on when the whole body’s a phantom body, rid
of all but its spirit’s fist-kinks & stabs?