Quantum Entanglement

Video piece by Vanessa Michel and Zach Passero

House Of The Rising Sum, Pt. One-Half

Are you sad? Are you mourning the death of one idea and the birth of another?
Has the time slipped you into a situation you never new the inkling of?
Mouths open with the chest loose breath, expanding up through the neck –tickling loose the skin around the brain stem. Hair growing thick. Wild with notions. The eyes see with a prescription years old, longing for a clarity, but welcoming the blurs between the realities.
We're fishing. A few good little minnows on the line attracting the bigger boys and girls. Gotta make that minnow dance a bit to find the big bite. Then put that one on the line for the bigger, and so on.

And on this side were sitting in open windows. Basking the new sun on the skin. Soaking the warmth deep into the soul when possible.

A great combination of "Here I am." and "Where am I?".

A Young Boy Learns

Series 1: Video Field Recordings From Within

breath

Linguas Diarrheas

You are so beautiful when you spray hateful things from your mouth like a fire hose of shit water.

Better

Everything swept up in the dirt pile. "You can't get everything. There's always a few stray sprinklings of dust you can never get cleaned up."
But we'll see.
And we'll live.
And we'll love.
And we'll survive.

New born, and now the time of Clues. The gems of thought, sight, sound, tongue that stick out in the day -that strike the heart gut with the whim of some potential larger future.

Now things get
better.

clambake

I've been a bit nuts lately.  Shaky.  Nervous like never before.  But still holding steady.  I feel the bottom of the lake skirting my feet these days.  I've been paddling upward with baby T-rex hands. Chomping at passing flies.

"Tell me something terrible."

Rolling grumble review.
Maggots on the kitchen floor –a shifting desert of ants hording over them.
Wiggling little faceless babies eaten alive by teems of black specs.

Somehow I feel like this was psychic manifestation –all of the bile being vomited out in the words of two seemingly good people.
Seemingly.
Good.
People.

"And here we have plump white larvae". Take your share.

Getting this project off the ground...

He took a long sip of his coffee.
Then, "Maybe you aren't running because your legs aren't moving."

going for broke

Bunga And The Deep Blue Sea
Sunset Cliffs 9/6/09

Doomsday Again

Toast crumbs on mouth.
Biting remarks on the chest.
Cloud of gnats around the head.
The kill glance grasp.
The huff-sigh silence.
It must be another day.

PLEASE.

early day

'I'm done' he said. The quiet moment. The kick shuffle. The shoulder rise. The sigh fall. The heart drop. The face loosening. The gut quiver. The mouth hanging. The wet drips. 'It's all I can do'.

well

toast instead of lemonade

It was called the Honesty Of Life.
Like window panes shattered free.
Blasts of glass shards dusted in the breeze.
Mouths open with expectant tongues -
Waiting for sharpened snowflakes.

When it was all said and done
You could stand in the opened room
With the comforting hug of cross-drafts
Coming from all angles.
All angels.

It could drop you to kneel.
Blood tears and blood spit.
Blood tongues and blood knees.
Born again. Pulled into arms.
And lifted to your feet again.

Corrosion to the truth.

Young Oliver, age 2 1/2
Photo #2 found in the damp basement of a burned out building.

Bee Sting Enlightenment
:A Play in 5 Movements

Young Oliver, age 2 1/2
Photo found in the damp basement of a burned out building.