Posts by araffi

Damn the circus! …damn the fools, the dull, the motionless, the unrisking and selfish. Damn everything that enters the soiled tent and grinds that bitter organ. This round world needs you to drag your heart into the tension of its entire existence. Damn the circus.

Art is dead. All that’s left is a memory told out of context on a dusty shelf. Like sawdust, the residue of an event to be remembered by others. Art is dead. A recorded celebration of intuition. Waiting patiently to be reborn. A drop fallen from a leaf after a storm. Absorbed into soil and…

In a time upon once, there was a land of sunlight and ashes. You could hear the harmony of whispers coming from the beautiful Sandgrouse. They picked at dry twigs and flapped tan wings at black flies. I huddle with her under the pupilless eye before the arrow pierced her breast. Her feathers flew as…

Having the right answers to the wrong questions is not a virtue.