Screenshot from video.
A little PowerPoint animation and poem from 2008. The face was drawn (not by me) on a wall at work.
Is there anything in her face
that reminds you of yourself?
She’s not real
But there’s something about her
You can’t quite put your finger on it
You can’t quite get the idea to hold steady in your mind.
It phases in and out and you wonder if the thought
(your idea of who she is) was really yours in the first place.
Was it something you heard someone else say?
Was it a line from an old movie?
Are any ideas really your own anyway?
She’s not really a she
Only lines drawn in graphite
Lines that look like eyes,
a mood, a personality
But you can’t abandon her
Now that you’ve seen her
It’s strange that you see things that way
Somehow the two of you are connected.
So you take a picture
I wish I could live up to my own hype
I wish I could do things right
I wish I could touch the stars at night
And burn as bright
I wish the birds would talk to me
I wish they’d tell me how to be
I dearly wish I could just be
Whisper – April 26
Water is noisy. Trees are tall. Hope is graceful.
I will speak quietly.
Water is destructive. Trees are necessary. Hope is beauty.
I will start over.
Let’s do beautiful
Sun, sky, food, drink, words, walks, hoops, loops, grass.
Shorts, sweets, feet, dreams, waves, wonders, hopes, legs, gifts.
Let’s do all of it, everything, mindfully, joyfully.
Oct. 2nd, 2006 at 11:11 PM
I wish that my life could be fiction.
I wish that all of it was made up because this reality is hard.
This reality is wonderful and I embrace it.
But it’s so difficult and so absurd.
All meaningful things are actually meaningless
and all that is nothing
I pressed my hand against a brick wall today to test its solidity.
I was hoping to push right through but I couldn’t prove it wasn’t there.
I saw structures made of steel and glass and brick reaching toward a blue sky.
It all seemed real.
If it is.
David Bowie didn’t know me
And if I had died before he did
He wouldn’t have cared
He wouldn’t have known
But I find myself silently singing Space Oddity
and feeling sad
that Mr. Bowie is gone
You don’t know how powerful I am.
Just wait. You’ll see.
My dreams keep coming true.
I can’t be stopped.
Don’t bother to try.