January 2010
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Proof Of Our Existence
Proof Of Our Existence It was late as we walked and there were stars and the sky was dark but not black and we didn’t talk much because it was one of those nights that we didn’t need to. It was late as we walked and there were clouds of steam coming from our mouths as we let go of each breath and proof of our existence was behind us in the snow and in our hands and in our eyes and...
Daily Keemo. 01.27. Under The Chest
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I just don’t have the words tonight. That doesn’t mean that there is nothing up there above the eyes or under the chest or flowing through the veins or in the fingertips. It just means that I don’t have the words tonight to make sense of it all. If you always know what to say then you aren’t feeling enough, he said to me. I am fairly...
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Daily Keemo. 01.19. It Only Takes Three Blocks To...
It Only Takes Three Blocks To Walk In Your Shoes
Her eyes were full of tears and I don’t know why because I was just walking by her and I didn’t know her and she was on the phone, not talking, just crying and listening and I kept walking down the sidewalk away from the crying and I stopped at a store front window and looked at the expensive watches on display and imagined the person...
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Daily Keemo. 01.17. In Books That Are In Rooms...
In Books That Are In Rooms That I Am Not In
They are upstairs and I am down here and the heater is blowing hot air on my feet while I paint and I hear one of them turn a page of their book because that is how quiet it is. There is no music because there is not room in this moment for it. They are upstairs and I am down here and I can tell when I am not getting out enough because I write about...
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Daily Keemo. 01.16. When Your Head Hits The Pillow
When Your Head Hits The Pillow
It is very late or very early depending if you are awake like I am or asleep like the rest of the people on my street. When I pause in between things, I can look out the window into the night and the silence on the street is visible and as I look at the houses all tucked in, I am thinking of recent events that have resurrected thoughts of the old man and the old...
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Daily Keemo. 01.15. My Night On Earth (in 4 acts)
My Night On Earth (in 4 acts)
Act 1: Years ago, I gave up caring what people think about me and my art and my words because they are mine and it is me and it is what I do and it is what I am. There would be no purpose to all of this if it was for any other reason. It really is that simple. Act 2: I was working on the king painting and the dog was at my feet and I put a pillow behind me in the...
