#poeish

[revellenkong]

I opened my jar, there is no honey

I opened my pocket, there is no money

I opened my life, there I found you.

You are my spectacular spectacular.

[revellenkong]

沉

我该怎么描摹你 梦里永远模糊的面庞 和 放空时永远脱口而出的名 可能需要整个人生的盛夏 和 所有落在手心化不开的雪花

气味 音乐 温度 眼泪 光 晚霞 落雪 雾霾 黑暗 你

你是种子还是种子本就在我体内 从不离开还是步履不停却都是徒劳

隔着重重雾霭 等着地壳运动的两座孤岛

[revellenkong]

两端

想把此时窗外的鸟鸣声送给你 连同熹微的睡意 像赌徒掏着别人的口袋 说自己还输得起

[poesby]

The first drawing I did was in December 2004 when I was 14 in a program called jasc paint shop pro and named it fear. The second was a drawing I did yesterday in manga studio 5.

[changist-blog]

music in monochrome

Today it seems like playing percussion is the artistic equivalent of working in black and white. Everything is texture, contrast, framing, pace, scale, focus, subject, arrangement, pattern. When i create i tend to ignore chord structure, and i tend to ignore color. I leave them up to you

Yet when i take in the world those are the elements i am most attentive to. My ears consistently notice the pitch of windblown leaf-hiss and when burbles in water find their way to a diminishied third. My eyes are always drinking in the subtle greens which ooze out of a sunset somewhere in the transition from ruddy peach to velvet grape, without a cloud to intersect or dry this blending expression of sky.

Perhaps it is on purpose. This distinction may be the way in which i maintain separation between voice and observation as i muddle through creation. Yet i wonder on occasion what the world might sound like if i drew in harmony, what would be visible if i spoke in color.

[poesby]

First drawing I did with my new tablet

[changist-blog]

“I’m not saying that all of life is getting to the swingset, but sometimes when my past catches up with me, i remember it is not an assailant, but a friend, who i challenged to a footrace.” - Murray in Enough Sleep.

[changist-blog]

i tried to stop writing poems like this...

Stop the change you want to feel in the world.

Jump right in its path Let it hit you and not move past. Absorb the impact. Twist, stagger, and fall with it if you must. Sink in your claws embrace this change you saw, you wanted. You Have It. Don't release it to run off and change somewhere else. It is yours now. except, it doesn't look like change any more. Now that you have it It's just this fixture in your world. And that means either It has ceased to change Or you are changing with it in exactly the same manner. You have become the change you wanted.

And the rest of the world is still there, full of change. And you are still here, wanting

So when you find it, stop it. End the change you favor most. For that is how to be it.