the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

thoughts of southern florida, 18″ x 24″, digital, 2007
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you are the one

golden tribal consumption

a Piccadilly on acid

the lemon starter 

i’m not concerned with the ifs 

my art just hangs there
i messed up.

no you didn’t, i led you away for u.

what do you want me do? i’ll do it.

for real, let me take you where i want you to go
let me show you greener pastures
let me heal the homeless
the starving, the less fortunate,
the vagrants …

i will write a statement
that explains exactly what that is …

Yes!

on survival and inspiration. the things from behind are gone. this is the start. reliance on faith. not ideas, almost, could have beens. the creative knows nothing of yesterday.

What about human relations? In the recording of that morning’s conversations I find the question constantly repeated, “What about human relations?” How could one reconcile this timeless bliss of seeing as one ought to see with the temporal duties of doing what one ought to do and feeling as one ought to feel?

from Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

fools abound
each broken but headed
this answer to nothing:

the karmic reflection
aligns with the cosmic connection then
then
then NOTHING

paradise is not a game
can’t be pawned gambled BoUGHT JUDAS
woe woe woe
i have yes seen the promised land
what of you? when your old and you balls hang to the floor
will you still have your rebellious ways?

there’s no entering
with out permission

50 minutes, in a car, on a highway
:sun in afternoon sky

2:39
Left the city . . .
And the mouse begins
He twists the light and manipulates color,
And who but the present see?

What do the hippo do?
feed them young hippo’s corn

seeing the White Way.
with light as tricky as
an f-14 plastic toy-model.

2:40
when i look. you look

2:44
this is the time where i guess i have to struggle

2:57
there he is! whispering in the wind of prairie grass, “I am here.”

2:58
my watch is ten minutes fast. and time is a funny muse.

3:02
the fight

3:24
If somebody from the past saw these colossal power line towers, fortified like monsters . . . .
The issue of RadioHead . . . .
Real Friends . . . .
Radio Head Lost Boy
without a crutch
without a crown . . . .

3:29
Food abounds in this town
grabbed lightning in a jar
replicating sun and
fabricating genes,
without a Crown.
brown
town
town