Comments on: SOFT & SWEET SUPER BEINGS /soft-sweet-super-beings/ Art and media blog of the unexpected Thu, 13 Jan 2011 20:28:19 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: mason mckibben /soft-sweet-super-beings/comment-page-1/#comment-1956 mason mckibben Wed, 10 Feb 2010 09:40:41 +0000 /?p=8737#comment-1956 Uncanny, how synchronised i feel with this meditation. My February 9th has been like this, right down to the lines, shapes, the spaces, the contagions. The icons ceased to function as such. The experience rendered was a pure denotative sense of function. Some very good neighbors put their sweet dog to sleep this 1st summerlike afternoon in months. This evening, i was unable to see my daughter's face as i knelt by her bed listening to her reflections, but her gentle sorrow was contagious. So much is there in the interstice. Alas, how eager humanity is to map it, mediate it, even market it but how unable or unwilling, really, to experience it. Perhaps we are (as previous investigations of yours have offered) afraid? But, for the sake of heaven, it is everywhere on every face! Hearing Blake's "London" now. This is one of your most tender pieces i've read to date. Very light and even handed. I began this year envisioning the wedding of Solomon and still can, but now, beside this, i have also to regard the marriage-hearse. It is with some dismay i hold them in my mind together. It's rare for me and oddly peaceful. I'm smiling. Did you catch the halftime show of our big game? They should have played Odorono. http://tinyurl.com/yb3fdr3 -mason Uncanny, how synchronised i feel with this meditation. My February 9th has been like this, right down to the lines, shapes, the spaces, the contagions. The icons ceased to function as such. The experience rendered was a pure denotative sense of function.

Some very good neighbors put their sweet dog to sleep this 1st summerlike afternoon in months. This evening, i was unable to see my daughter’s face as i knelt by her bed listening to her reflections, but her gentle sorrow was contagious.

So much is there in the interstice. Alas, how eager humanity is to map it, mediate it, even market it but how unable or unwilling, really, to experience it. Perhaps we are (as previous investigations of yours have offered) afraid?

But, for the sake of heaven, it is everywhere on every face! Hearing Blake’s “London” now. This is one of your most tender pieces i’ve read to date. Very light and even handed.

I began this year envisioning the wedding of Solomon and still can, but now, beside this, i have also to regard the marriage-hearse. It is with some dismay i hold them in my mind together. It’s rare for me and oddly peaceful. I’m smiling.

Did you catch the halftime show of our big game? They should have played Odorono.

http://tinyurl.com/yb3fdr3

-mason

]]>