bud @Ray
with love in mind…
Budh &Ray often walk toward South Street seaport, weaving about the boats and morning light. They ponder the Emerald Tablet with one blue eye and one green. They smell the ambient aromas in green and blue, discovering how love is something like making art.
When entering counter-space, love draws in straightaway... oftentimes, signed with unpronounceable names on it.
“Thanks for the info re Nam June Paik (the guy Leonardo Da Vinci was impersonating in the dream).”
“Compelling images through air pockets of verbal liberty... like the dot dot dots of Celine or the aphorisms of Goethe; Have you ever visited Lascaux?”
“Like someone? That would be John Fisher, Bishop of Winchester, who was beheaded in fifteen hundred thirty-five.”
“Thanks for that bit about Artaud. Sending you a drawing of Lou Reed impersonating Max Ernst.”
“In that dream about Duchamp, he wished that he were the subject of the video, especially after the readymades grew hands and clapped.”
“Spent years in TriBeCa fascinated by the sounds of the nearby clicking chopsticks. Enclosed is a loop of clicks to add to your sound collage.”
“So glad you two appreciate Joyce and Giotto. Can we meet at the Greek diner for rice pudding?”
“A couple of years ago I went through a phase of fish dreams too. Now, after reading about your talking pike reciting Heraclitus, and flying bass in the Gulf of Mexico, and sardines smoking cigarettes, and brook trout doing math with pebbles, and bonito with tinnitus, I decided to take up art.”
“... it's been thunder storming here on and off most of the day; not the best for your suggestion to go fish-kite flying... but great for the sound texture!”
“From one minimalist to another (or two others)... yes, Asia. For now.”
“Were you in the Derby Race last week? I was in the three-wheeler that looked like Avalokiteshvara. At any rate, the contraption fell apart even before getting to the big event. Among other signs, begun saying prayers before bed again.”
“Fine about Rilke, as long as it’s in the language of fishes...”
”Cultured incandescent Venus with spirited imagination is into cave painting, slow dancing, nights on the roof, pericardial ignition. Here;s a photo and a drawing...”
“Actually the picture you did receive was the one with R-rated content. Hope you don’t mind. : )”
“Sure, some new pieces of silent music; you first?”
“Like Nabokov's butterfly collection, the wings of imagination need a few underpinnings to find an opportunity for making a real impression.”
“What do you mean FOUND OBJECT - just walking around aimlessly?”
“According to Giordano Bruno, celestial gardening is what it's all about... You're kind of like on my art-favorites list.”
“I prefer De Kooning sung in Long Island Dutch. And Serra’s Tilted Arc played with a violin bow.”
“Good thing I could imagine you two in my sleep... Otherwise you'd be just a bunch of gobblety-gook symbols and icons.”
“a bit mysterious since you didn't answer any of my questions like what’s your astrology sign, favorite colors.”
“You two were obviously baptized bachelors but have never been confirmed. There doesn’t seem to be an option for sidereal astrology so I was left hanging.”
“Bribing the saints, it’s been said, can lead to miraculous discoveries and body restoratives. Thanks for your work.”
“Blaring blue above and below. Thank you for your trans-atlantic cryptogram.”
“Your mentioning kinetic energy and complimentary colors gets a girl like me excited...”
“Nearby there was, maybe still is, a little shop where an ancient Ukrainian used to sell honey with his 70 year-old daughter. Artists and musicians would congregate on the stoop near the store, talking and drinking coffee.”
“Daffodils converging at infinity... with cowbells and pink skies. Take me to the river!”
“Is my skirt TOO short?”
“In Stuttgart, there was an artist who almost exclusively did fish art: watercolors on large sheets of heavy paper, blazing oils on even larger sheets of heavy paper, even some collages when he had hardly any paper.”
“Clathered, kindled and conflated lightening ... and a bit of cha-cha-cha throughout the hips. Heard you guys read Xenharmonikon magazine... so, hell yeah, I’ll wear my high heels!”
“Empathetically, ongoingly, your double adverbiality catches like neon. Please contact, esp. since you work with high-speed spinning discs.”
