#outrun
these the words of V.B.
~~~
I have no access
to the billionaires’ research
to make the body live ever longer.
but I do have
what the artist Agam*,
isolated as my heritage’s,
pill of vibrancy, an
in~nate, planted deep,
self funding!
decked with my core genetics,
my DNA,
my imprinted history,
tales of horror and rescue
dating from the middle ages;
this ****** my carat creativity,
knowing very few appreciate
my eclectic, acquired taste,
that simply is to everyone’s
tastes, senses, & sensibility,
to the
right of a little crazy!
this I understand
and debate it not;
but Agam, reminds
of the foundational
who and why my
soul, is only satisfied,
when I can create
new word combinations
it is as if god’s:
comma, dementia of moral commandment
to pray three times daily,
is met, satisfied not in the way
prescribed, but instead,
pro~scribed in my thrice daily
poems aborning, each a
confirming rebirthing inimitable!
even if my voice, lost among in a million voices,
he reminds me, that I am of,
when he recites:
“When I look around at my works, what I see is beyond the pieces themselves,” said Agam. “I turn my head and see something different. Everything changes here. That’s the reality. Reality in other art is set and narrow, and here it isn’t — it’s open, and it changes and brings you closer to seeing the reality of Hebrew and Judaism.”
“Agam wasn’t much of a student and would run away from school to the beach of Rishon Lezion’s dunes, back when the shifting hillocks of sand were a visible part of the landscape.
It was there that Agam noticed how the wind changed the dunes’ shapes, making them look different at all times.
That wind was the source of his inspiration, and he ascribed it to the Torah, saying God created the dunes and humans, who can also create.”
“The reality is what shifts, and that’s to open your thoughts and creativity and understanding and expression of the reality
in another way,”
so got to go forth
and do the summary commandment,
create!
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
I did not realize the weight of all these bad decisions
Directly in the shade cast by massive collisions
Needed to move somewhere warm
Escape the cycle of snow
Garden was fading when it needed to grow
For own sanitys sake I fled
Couldn't outrun the hell inside my head
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC