arriving in the middle where all plots suspend the caravan of loose magic rolls into town
bumping along an almost familiar road scenarios swerve and sway history no longer consigned to make sense jars and slips from under the skin
strange landscapes offered by the brain mine the subconscious speak images in many registers give wonder and irony the heave
because it is a dream the dead live again linger in the permeable reveal the shape of wind
navigated by the dreamer the curve of time does not exist nor the buzz of endeavor with its industry and sweep
somewhere a clock alarms a surfeit of life will stir and forget while the caravan of loose magic heads off to its next destination
- Les Bernstein
Your life is your life, don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
to fashion universes out of emptiness
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
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