"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Friday, January 27, 2017

Me up?

Being a girl scout, once upon a time, I learned to be invisible. Well, actually this is why I discovered a way to float as a pair of eye balls. It is like being a fly on the wall but much better 
leave no trace behind. 
Bobbie Casey 2017 All rights reserved
The ladder is tossed over the basket, I see it, do you?  Buckminster Fuller wrote about the "Spaceship Earth," We think erroneously, I believe, that we are on a free ride through space going around and around our sun.

This life is but one
and then 
Right here
Right now
is all I know
no X

Thursday, January 26, 2017

On Being a Skywriter

Two books mean so much to my artistic nature: "Museum Without Walls," by Andre Malraux, and Marshall McLuhan's,  "The Gutenberg Galaxy."

The magazine I favor most is, "Wired."
I laugh to think what Leonardo would do, today?
I read real books,  have way too many to store, and I read many books on my Kindle or I Pad. The rest of my time I am either out looking for things worth seeing or drawing or painting or doing digital.
Oh yes, I write stupid stories and print them out, cut them into strips in my pasta machine, arrange the strips to please me, photograph them, change things, layer things, etc.
I most enjoy Mark Strand's poetry, Leonard Cohen's music (what a genius he was), Yoko Ono and Laurie Anderson are my favorite women.
I wish I lived in Africa when an air plane was a new thing. Being a skywriter would be the only job I would ever have.
I love why Mark Strand used the form of poetry prose, because he was unsure. Or prose/poetry?
I am very sure that I am unsure of many ideas.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Fragile Thought

Egg/Gravity  copyright 2017
Bobbie  Casey 
Exactly- this is the state of mind I find myself to consider the energy of affairs floating around on/in clouds. Consider the egg. It contains possible life. It contains sustenance, perhaps, for something else. It is fragile. It can be easily broken. I know this is true because I invest a lot of time walking on egg shells.
Consider this particular egg, the entire world of vegetation seems to grow outside-on-it's- shell. It is caught in a cascade of water rolling down a mountainside. Maybe. 
So much energy from the water, from gravity, from my imagination, it could be something good or not.


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