A Routine Metal Crescent

Fear remains A poem or an incantation A meditation or a journal entry As the curtain of the world settles Soft and warm on my face An ecstasy of forbidden comfort Fear remains In the meeting notice And the road trip by my family And my parents' steps up the stairs In the memory of words thirty years ago And the visa appointment next week It drives me away from the cliff's edge Over which I glimpse Now and then Only beauty

A dream is not a goal, despite what books may tell you If you set your mind to it and take little steps and tack towards it, it’s not a dream A real dream is never in your grasp It’s a thing that happens to you, even though you created it A dream is a vision; s omething you’ve earned or deserve A glance at your whole life up to that moment A kind of art that’s just for you

Not in Vain - Dickinson On time - Milton My Life has turned to blue Symptom Recital - Parker - Indian Summer Day of the Dead - Garcia Habit - Woo Terence, This is Stupid Stuff - Housman Two Tramps in Mud time - Frost Five ways to kill a man - Brock

I want to say something about art and contribute what I can.  I had a vision once. Not a dream or something I imagined: a vision. A metal crescent. A tube of metal curved into the shape of a crescent. The curve on the right as I see it. Parallel red lines of different lengths perpendicular to its vertical axis. Red lines made of rope or cloth or something soft but with enough body to be perfectly straight. A metal crescent with red lines running perpendicular on a bluff with a vineyard or an orchard below and behind it. Somewhere in Spain or possibly France. A place I've never seen and never been. A vision. Not a dream or something I imagined. A vision. With a message that I need to make this. This is a vision of a piece of art that I've never seen and that I believe I should make. A vision of something I know is art but that I never made. So I am making this instead, for now. A place to write some things and publish a few poems and see where it leads me.