5 X 7

while in transition without space for larger canvases, looking to old masters for inspiration.
cezanne's "fruit bowl glass and apples" is the subject of a quick and overly satisfying challenge... and perhaps the beginning of a series of smaller interpretations... "thoughts of subversive in further classical training"

corrected quote to read "We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." Oscar Wilde

outside in

small gains in
a world with
more chaos to give

Persistence of Memory

Washed up on shores
Of time
You and I
Unknown Holy creatures

Before this

Recluse genius
Hostage to a truth
Of noble mind

You and I
Forever knowing and
Not knowing perfected meaning

Seen and unseeing forces
Of goodwill and evil
Twins born of ancient ancestral
Stars

Before this

Soft hands separate
A swelling membrane
This between
You and I

one for the time being...

In truth I am a liar

I believe what I am are the things I will become

I have no economy

I am a mutable fixed stranger

Inwardly I cry outside I am a shell

I’m hung up on words

Exhausted in meanings

I can’t stop speaking or thinking

I maintain my weakness

I maintain my inspiration with grass

I believe what I think I am I will become

Memory is meaningless and all persuasive

I watch a half-naked moon

Waxing in black air

Nietzsche claimed God is dead

I claim I do not care

But this I can not go on speaking

Without risk of an

Honest portrait of self