Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset





.














-

18 February 2012

Stranger still

Everything that can be ordered
has fallen out of
favor with its sheath.
Pellets pierce crooked flesh
enters voluminously the breeze.
Eyes are greeted by cluttered
bird's mind- consequence of turning
attention too heartfully inward.
Vast is my appetite to be
brief, yet I am not the strangest.
You are stranger still.