reflecting on a Lifetime of Insomnia.........it's only 2:15.....there's a night ahead.....before dawn.......then....there's a beautiful day.....why sleep away so much of our lives? Even when I was ten, and everyone in the house was comatose.....I would put a towel under the door.....to conceal the light from my room.....and work on my many projects......then, after 4 hours of sleep, drag myself to the breakfast table for caffeine and carbs........And, to think, cats sleep away most of their short lives.......like most hairy beasts......Time's a wasting......Life is short......Don't sleep it away!

 

Listening to a NPR re-broadcast of a rather boring program about 'the importance of regular SLEEP HABITS', yesterday, I decided to hit the sack, early....for me.....9 pm.... Awakening, full of ideas, I drug out a drawing tablet to doodle and scribble for an hour....then, returned to horizontal positioning for another hour, awakening again....alert and 'ready to go'.....However, since I WAS, after all, trying to sleep 'straight through' the night, I felt rather frustrated by my insomnia and turned on the TV to watch Frank Pavich's documentary, "Jodorowsky's Dune", with H.R. Giger and Michel Seydoux......which led me to search the internet for a hard-bound copy of Jodorowsky's PROPOSAL for filming his Version of DUNE......then, on my phosphoresent watch dial: 3AM!.... so, rather than pursue some alert activity, I listened to some boringly relaxing recording of Tibetan singing bowls and raindrops on the Lake of Melancholia, eventually....returning to slumberland and the usual Lucid Dreaming.......Voila!....now, in the world of dreams, like Little Nemo, I could both 'sleep', 'rest' and have intellectually challenging experiences within cerebral cortex's electrical interchange......The subsequential DREAM was both uplifting, optimistic and charged with creative energies...and will be discharged, later, in an Update, from last night's shorthand notes on my 'scibblepad'.....I awakened.....bladder shouting for emptying.....thinking, it must be midnight!......but, the see-in-the-dark hands of my watch 'said' 8:30......Hungry, I thought, then, that I should make some dinner........Then, leaving my unlit cave with no windows, emerging into another room, lit by light from a large window....I was confused, wondering why, at 8:30 PM, during Winter, the Sun Was Up!......I was still asleep....and all this was but a Dream......as I stumbled, sleepwalking in the dark, over a pile of DVD's that I'd been sorting, earlier, yesterday, falling into a big plastic storage box, positioned under the hole in my roof, through which rainwater accumulated as it dripped/ran through a ripped out plaster wall.......Was I, still, asleep? Was this, too, part of my labyrinthin Dream? Guess 'NOT', as i showered, donned some dry pajamas and slippers and descended the stairs to microwave a coffee cup cheese omelet and pump some expresso........Certainly, now, I am 'actually' awake, and almost ready to write and illustrate last night's Dream....the part not mentioned 'here'....for one of my Blogs...about Dreaming......Lest all be forgotten as Time separates the instantaneous from the mundane repetions of ordinariness and the interiorized conceits from the far less metaphoric lineup of sequential proceedings between the markers of The Clock..... It's almost 9 AM! Times-a-wasting and the black India ink in my 000-tip pen has clogged its point....maybe, a dip into the last drop of expresso will get it 'running' ......

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CHRISTMAS ABSTRACTIONS.........

 

ABSTRACTION OF 'ABSTRACTION' BY AMBIGUOUS CONNOTATION .....

The fragmented X'mas wrap on the bland ordinariness of a cold December morning....after a night of abstract dreams......that, too drowsy, upon awakening at 4am, I was lacking the energy, if not some mild enthusiasm, to document in one of my Blogs......And, now, although I thought, then, that I'd remember all the details, later, have vanished from Short Term Memory......Yet....the dreams, or some permutation of them, will surely resurface, if but subcutaneously vague and indistinctly.....Nothing is really Forgotten, is it? It is the Purpose of Art to Remember the lost fragments.....reconstructed, again and again........by notational transferrences from momentary to permanent stasis within the image library of reconstructions and associative subconscious reconnections.......

AFTER A YEAR OF FRIENDSHIP......THEN, SIX DECADES LATER........A BRIEF, NOSTALGIC RECONNECTION.....

I met Bernie Swanson in 1962, in Mrs. Gray's 12th Grade English Class, where we immediately became good friends, often cutting class and loafing in the balcony of HHS's Auditorium, chatting about poetry and music......Shortly before his death, I called him to 'catch up', since we'd not seen or heard from one another in so long.......We talked about Love and Death for a long time.....then....days later....he was kaput!

The Greatest Imagining

lost in clouds that change with whim and turning thought, and tripped by Maya's disconcerting words that ripen in tall trees, drooping from their growing weight and falling onto the jungle planes of thought and from there, gathered into the worlds of poets, the names for unknown things mock the image they suggest and conceal the many paths through the forest to the garden of forking paths which leads to the palace of wisdom. the answer is no, though yes is your prayer. "God" is Man's greatest imagining...

MY FIRST VISIT TO MICHAEL'S 'INVESTMENT PROPERTY', AN HOUR AND A HALF'S DRIVE FROM ATLANTA....WHICH IS A TRIP TO 'ANOTHER WORLD'......A CHURCH ON EVERY CORNER, GUNS MOUNTED ON WALLS AND IN CASES, 'VOTE TRUMP' SIGNS IN THE DEFORESTED ACRES, FILLED WITH DISPOSABLE, TEMPORARY HOUSES......

 The vacuum-master and his chatty advisor-superintendent......performing a dissicated bug clean-up in The Outer Limits of Civilization...over by BigFishHeads' Guide Service........near the 'other' Buckhead