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I am a multimedia, hands-on creative artist and poet with a San Diego based home studio. Having always been too curious and too creative, I have continually studied a variety of artistic disciplines and philosophies throughout my life with established teachers, artists and schools. This, paired with a life long investigation into spirituality, has given me a large "creative tool kit" from which to draw - and permission to (respectively) play with, break, challenge, modify, ignore and celebrate the rules related to the aforementioned studies. I am a strong believer in kids, family, individual creativity, community and our environment. Together, through individuals sharing their talents, amazing art can happen. I continue to study and enjoy all creative expressions. Some common characteristics found within my work are: re-purposing everyday items and discard-able things, harmonizing opposites, playing with current beliefs and assumptions with a whimsical twist, and delicately blending spontaneity with discipline. The end results are simple, balanced expressions of wonder and joy.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Poetic Play with "Water Found on the Moon"








The watered moon cries

it's deepened gust.

Winds, wind his maiden -

cratered deep and well.

The crystal ice-dream tears dance and settles, fine.

He reads to her once again from "Purest Love,

Devotion and Divine."


An exercise in Phenomenology.

Weaving a bunch of seemingly different things together can be a lot of lovin' fun... playing in the flexible, silly, rule breaking world of poetry.

Inspired by:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/14/science/14moon.html?_r=1&hp&emc=na

http://www.drhinternet.net/mw/display.php?M=1002983&C=e3dc899ad2bdc2fced77def1ff738477&L=6&N=1657


I like the word play with wind; as in air moving, and then as to tie or wrap and then using the word of the day/today - gust meaning keen delight (instead of a brief burst of wind). Placing the three in succession is a fun trick too forcing the reader to "redefine" the word in order to move on.

Layering definitions, this time with the word tear as in the crying and how the "...Lcross...slammed...carved out a hole...kicked up...impact...debris...” aka - tore into the moon is always enjoyable tactic as well.

I love the feel of water and the moon together, and twisting it a bit with a feeling of actually “watering the moon” I think this offers a unique, strange and funny feel. The moon has always seemed such a dry, barren but beautifully bright, deeply scarred “thing.” There is something yummy about blending the two words/worlds together.

The [earthly] maiden reference ties into the HevanLY song I sing to Evan sometimes at bed time also paralleling how the moon continues to wind around, dance and love the world.

The rhyme (or NLB: neat little bow) at the end is for Craig.

...even thought the moon is getting attacked, his deepest ache is his love for his lady. I'm such a romantic.