Rain

Rain

I

don’t know

if there’s anything

quite as pretty

as watching

the rain's reflection

dance on my dash.

Each

drop

original

flowing

in

a

form

never

seen

and

never

forgotten,

creating

and

recreating

its shape

shaping

and

reshaping

its creation,

flowing

in and out

of perception itself,

vague existence

replaced

by vague nonexistence,

Where does the rain begin

and where does it end?

-James Floman-

Sifting through the madness for the Word, the line, the way

The following poem by Charles Bukowski is probably the most accurate and articulate commentary on Art - and Life for that matter -
that I have heard in a very long time. Enjoy.

So you want to be a writer?

If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else. if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don't add to that. don't do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.

Jack Johnson: Eco-Friendly Musician

The following is a of a piece of an interview with Jack Johnson after he finished making his latest album, Sleeping Through the Static. The album is like listening to velvet. If you feel stressed, I stress you give it a listen. To hear some of the music, click on the link from my "What I'm Listening To" section.

"The studio, being that it runs off solar power and all the wood that we used in here comes from reclaimed lumber, it just feels better. It feels nice to think of our Australian friend Luke coming in here and stripping all that wood and building all those things. It feels more homemade anyways, you know just doing as many things as you can to have a low impact. Then once we're in here, it feels good, but it's not like we make music because we have a solar-powered studio, we make music because there's things to talk about in life and there's songs you want to write."

Here's the full interview.

“I've kind of always tried to make it secondary to life, you know? The kind of music I make I think is best at barbecues and road trips. It's kind of good soundtrack music.”

"The Walls Between Art & Engineering Only Exist in Our Minds"

The creativity and esotericity of this man is penetrating.

It makes me realize how many profound ideas are out there which have neither been conceived nor realized.

If man does not exist to grow such fruits, he should.

From Theo Jansen's website:

For about ten years Theo Jansen has been occupied with the making of a new nature. Not pollen or seeds but plastic yellow tubes are used as the basic matierial of this new nature. He makes skeletons which are able to walk on the wind. Eventualy he wants to put these animals out in herds on the beaches, so they will live their own lives.

UNBELIEVABLE