Landcape...

americans fast to move even faster to see...unrooted to landscape oblivious to nature lost in a tv dream...so be it...behind my window down past the backyard such a great art show going on year after...I watch it with detached being...the seasons blending into seasons...scary how fast they come now but subtle in its ecstasy the deeper in perception I grasp of its subtle implications...the same long seen at different vintage points in the year or at different times of the day or night...that's what I'm into...perception, refining what I see...from the safety of my internet window I see the musings on facebook...very little do people care what's going on in the moment....they want to talk about the past, the glory days and how they remember them not how they were...funny how memory does that to us all...how we construct our autobiographies with the facts as we remember them to construct the narrative we want to believe in...I learned that so long ago from Jean Genet in "The Prisoner of Love," a fantastic autobiography dealing with such themes. From the vantage of these woods through the coldest winter to the hottest summer I have sat on the varioius logs drinking 12 packs of cheapies while I sank into Nietzche's notion of the herd, you can see them down in the what the Greeks called the agora, the marketplace, a notion I derived from Allan Bloom and The Closing of the American Mind, a book I picked up for free since they were discarding it down at the Chappaqua Library where I have picked up many a book in such a fashion...yeah, I bet you weren't ready for such deep thoughts seeing as you bought my clown act but how else could I act since by no means were you clued in to what I know and how I see so I dumbed myself to deal with you who lives in Madison Avenue images and cheap petty concerns...

the landscape has always liberated me...in its noisy silence you can hear so much...see so much...