| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| SIT LIKE A MOUNTAIN I'm in the tent of self-produced mind late at night, candles flickering soaking up his mind essence, like being in Tibet a thousand years ago with Guru Rinpoche, tough and gentle. He taught 3 words that hit the point this old lama doing it the hard way sitting on his ass in a cave for 20 years until his bone touched the stone listening to waves of bliss-emptiness crash on the shore of nirvana. Noise floods in from the street. Here in the pure land of Santa Rosa- one taste in the supermarket aisle and new asanas for highway maneuvers. INSTALLATION for Gay Turning off Fulton onto 12 maneuvering to the left no, right Fan belt whine on the freeway skill saw whine in the supermarket Different scripts reverberate in the silent inclined box with masking tape, paint, brushes, pan & roller tumbling to the floor The doors to my senses open-I see my room in the gallery- eyes, ears, nose, mouth Black rectangles the size of doors painted on the interior walls thin strips of black running parallel to the black kick board using stick pins, black yarn mixed with wire & colored cloth neither nest nor web A handful of fog mirrors and masks a collection of wrapped thoughts & small boxed images revealing the true phantom speaks the truth |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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