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“Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.”

– Ezra Pound

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“Love derails every world-weary strategy, loosens cynicism from your bones, laces you with a complete reboot of wonder. You guide your cattle through the Altai mountains in just one night and arrive at a green, slow swishing mediterranean sea with moon white sand between your toes. It is the greatest thing.
Stay away from anyone that tells you otherwise. I mean turn around and walk away.
So prepare well. Cultivate your interior whilst reaching out to the world. Wander your oak valleys, linger in ornate chapels at dusk, get thrown out of the tavern at midnight, be kind, kiss the wounded, fight injustice and protect, protect, protect all the trembling bells of delight that you notice out of the corner of your eye when everyone else is oblivious.”

-Martin Shaw

What We Know For Sure

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I know you…

maybe,    maybe I knew you,

what parts of you / you would allow me to hold in relief

without anxiety or disbelief,

an abstract painting to distribute your personage into an identity I could rely upon.

A door frame I could enter and exit without questioning

the house that is ruined,

or on fire,

or so delicately arranged as to mirror the heavens.

What do we know, who do we really know?

The stones seem the same

holding their positions like guardians of an unknown kingdom,

yet they too shift their shadows in relation to ground

reaffirming its position.

Uncertainty that is what we know or what can be actually known,

a infinitesimally small potential particle of glass,

shattered in the rearview of language, perception and belief.

As we are the passengers and drivers of reality

reaffirming itself in conversations about who we are and where we are going…

-Joshua Fleming

Inspired by: Michael D. Jackson, Lifeworlds

Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji

http://www.yamasakiko-ji.com

 

 

 

 

 

mom

I saw it,

life…

emerge from the frame

the papyrus saturated in heavy dew—rubedo—the redding dawn.

before it was none,

now a face is appearing smiling-in a memory left unsettled.

removed from time,

a ghost appearing to welcome remembrance into a reflective mind.

the image stays on the square—although it is drawn into the dream,

the circle,

where past and present collide

exposed in the darkness of regret and loss,

the future has now arrived in the golden light of dusk,

I miss you dearly, until the dawn.

-Joshua Fleming

 

 

The Mimic and The Mimesis

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Nomadic agency was quilted on the farm

boundaries-patterns emerge,

to be sewn to the edge of what feels to be safe—————distanced from the phenomena yet to be encountered.

Demarcated threads of who we are, who we were

stitched in prior knowledge of space—

-a background of unchanging identities carries no light to the edge of the pier.

Horizontal lines of earth and fire

transversed by the vertical,

the depth of air and water.

Boundaries-patterns dissolve in the sinking abyss

rising over the reflections—the many faces we wear

flying out on the wing,

receptivity to the space-between the mirror and its projections.

Let us begin with the unexpected.

-Joshua Fleming

Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji

http://www.yamasakiko-ji.com

 

 

The Mimic and The Mimesis

tumblr_ofw9lje1Ww1vjn0soo1_1280.jpg

Nomadic agency quilted on the farm
boundaries-patterns emerge,
to be sewn to the edge of what feels to be safe—————distanced from the phenomena yet to be encountered.

Demarcated threads of who we are, who we were–stitched
in prior knowledge of space—a background
of unchanging identities carries no light to the edge of the pier.

Horizontal lines of earth and fire
transversed by the vertical,
the depth of air and water.

Boundaries-patterns dissolve
in the sinking abyss,
rising over the reflections
the many faces we wear
flying out on the wing,
receptivity to the space-between

-the mirror and its projections.

Let us begin with the unexpected.

-Joshua Fleming

Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji

http://www.yamasakiko-ji.com