Apr 28, 2005
vision
Apr 24, 2005
the moon is so freakin bright
the moon is so freakin bright
wildly luman
the moon, so,
freakin bright.
the moon is so freakin bright
wildly luman
the moon, so,
freakin bright.
Apr 22, 2005
Those of you who used to visit this website will perhaps remember all the examples of my artwork and photography. In an effort to yield perceptions to the live and in person realm, I've removed most of the art representations from this site. That is, those of you desiring to see the art can come to the show opening April 30th, 7pm and running throughout the (as they say) "merry" month of may.
Also, VISIT OFTEN as the new, official Truth and Lies Experiment or TALE blog has now since been launched. This is a supplemental blog to keithkimmel.net. It will document exclusive (TALE) happenings.
Also get Jeremy's Prophecy Dot Com if you wish to experience some of my earlier work. circa 2001.
Also, there's this teaser element thing I did.
Oh and okay there's this thing too.
ALSO so you must know. I started this thing as a writer, and I think above all mediums the word is the most beautiful. perhaps if you really wish to SEE me, you can read some of the previous NOTES on this website. Peruse the archives. See what I was doing/writing last year, when words of UTTER beauty, gifts from {}, were all there were to say.
Also, VISIT OFTEN as the new, official Truth and Lies Experiment or TALE blog has now since been launched. This is a supplemental blog to keithkimmel.net. It will document exclusive (TALE) happenings.
Also get Jeremy's Prophecy Dot Com if you wish to experience some of my earlier work. circa 2001.
Also, there's this teaser element thing I did.
Oh and okay there's this thing too.
ALSO so you must know. I started this thing as a writer, and I think above all mediums the word is the most beautiful. perhaps if you really wish to SEE me, you can read some of the previous NOTES on this website. Peruse the archives. See what I was doing/writing last year, when words of UTTER beauty, gifts from {}, were all there were to say.
Apr 17, 2005
Needle in the Hay version 1:
People ask me sometimes, “Why so many mediums, Keith.” Or. “What do you do mostly: music, photography, poetry, writing, or painting?
I usual answer by saying, “I don’t know.” Then I say, “I get bored with just one.”
People ask me sometimes, “Why so many mediums, Keith.” Or. “What do you do mostly: music, photography, poetry, writing, or painting?
I usual answer by saying, “I don’t know.” Then I say, “I get bored with just one.”
2 intelligent, creative people asked me yesterday,
they said, "what is this all about?"
Now they had one of the Truth and Lies Experiment flyers in their hand.
the ones that say "a month long Free event by renowned artist kEith kimmel."
the ones that say:
"fine art, music, poetry, and various other essentials mediums."
the ones that say:
"live shows every night."
the ones that say:
"featured local artists."
the ones that say:
"at Everyday Joe's in Fort Collins, 144 S. Mason Street"
Maybe I should create a FAQ page on this website to answer all the questions about the Experiment--
But consternation suggests those unfortunates unable to figure it out will probably not know what a FAQ is anyway.
Disclaimer: " kEith kimmel [artist] is a really good guy who works hard and tries (as he might) to cross each "i" and dot each "t", attempting, as would be appropriate, to communicate his art and ways to the multitude. Do forgive him if he falls into acrimonious discourse during certain moments. After all, he is an artist.
they said, "what is this all about?"
Now they had one of the Truth and Lies Experiment flyers in their hand.
the ones that say "a month long Free event by renowned artist kEith kimmel."
the ones that say:
"fine art, music, poetry, and various other essentials mediums."
the ones that say:
"live shows every night."
the ones that say:
"featured local artists."
the ones that say:
"at Everyday Joe's in Fort Collins, 144 S. Mason Street"
Maybe I should create a FAQ page on this website to answer all the questions about the Experiment--
But consternation suggests those unfortunates unable to figure it out will probably not know what a FAQ is anyway.
Disclaimer: " kEith kimmel [artist] is a really good guy who works hard and tries (as he might) to cross each "i" and dot each "t", attempting, as would be appropriate, to communicate his art and ways to the multitude. Do forgive him if he falls into acrimonious discourse during certain moments. After all, he is an artist.
Apr 15, 2005
Where oh where can the four winds blow,
As golden angels seek to and fro?
Into this soul, with will to feed.
Into this soul, will indeed.
And bring one down to depths of tumult
Of eons of laughter tremble, revolt.
And bring one up to paradise, glee,
this twirling, regal majesty.
As golden angels seek to and fro?
Into this soul, with will to feed.
Into this soul, will indeed.
And bring one down to depths of tumult
Of eons of laughter tremble, revolt.
And bring one up to paradise, glee,
this twirling, regal majesty.
Apr 8, 2005
Due west on I-70 towards Denver.
Dusk has since passed.
And visions of Gold hover
Like a dew,
In the valley,
Where the settlers chose
To mine.
With my pickaxe, I venture, to canvas the streets, offering the truth, learning to deny the lies.
At some point there’s Marco, a thick man, in a thick suit with a fat cigar, picked, as if, by a Hollywood expert. "Speak to him," she says with intrigue.
And I do and I tell him about the experiment, how he should tell people, how he should post a flyer.
"I don't know anything about this," he says. "Who told you to speak to me?"
He’s connected, the liar says in me. Make it up, tell him someone important.
One shot, the liar says. With more pressure, No time. The gold . . . it’s here.
“She told me.” I say, generally conceiting.
“Who?”
“I don’t know, one of those servers over there.”
“No. I can’t. You can’t put these here . . . I’ll hang this one but you can’t give these out here,” the brute says.
He merges with the multitude, through the cackling gossips, the hot, orange lights, the sweet-breathed dolls, puffed up, fearless.
I move forward into the deserted street where the smiles are few, and the air is cool, and the fluorescent blue silence offers no forgiveness.
And the truth has had its say.
Dusk has since passed.
And visions of Gold hover
Like a dew,
In the valley,
Where the settlers chose
To mine.
With my pickaxe, I venture, to canvas the streets, offering the truth, learning to deny the lies.
At some point there’s Marco, a thick man, in a thick suit with a fat cigar, picked, as if, by a Hollywood expert. "Speak to him," she says with intrigue.
And I do and I tell him about the experiment, how he should tell people, how he should post a flyer.
"I don't know anything about this," he says. "Who told you to speak to me?"
He’s connected, the liar says in me. Make it up, tell him someone important.
One shot, the liar says. With more pressure, No time. The gold . . . it’s here.
“She told me.” I say, generally conceiting.
“Who?”
“I don’t know, one of those servers over there.”
“No. I can’t. You can’t put these here . . . I’ll hang this one but you can’t give these out here,” the brute says.
He merges with the multitude, through the cackling gossips, the hot, orange lights, the sweet-breathed dolls, puffed up, fearless.
I move forward into the deserted street where the smiles are few, and the air is cool, and the fluorescent blue silence offers no forgiveness.
And the truth has had its say.
Apr 6, 2005
like a seasoned, fevered tatoo-artist, this thing, this sun, it is here glowing, no burning, no . . . smiling.
Apr 5, 2005
So if I'm not completely riding the wave of creativity, jask.
THIS WHOLE THING IS JUST SUPER STAR GALACTIC TURMOILISTIC FUN,
THE KIND OF FUN WE ALL HAD THAT DAY LONG AGO, ON THE BEACH, OR IN THE PARK, or with your Mum or Pop.
You know when you loved your sister, and the Ferris wheel was all the magic one ever needed.
THIS WHOLE THING IS JUST SUPER STAR GALACTIC TURMOILISTIC FUN,
THE KIND OF FUN WE ALL HAD THAT DAY LONG AGO, ON THE BEACH, OR IN THE PARK, or with your Mum or Pop.
You know when you loved your sister, and the Ferris wheel was all the magic one ever needed.
