prowling the parker...

2012 eastside culture crawl eviscerated at 1000 parker street...

the annualvisual feast commences in the early darkness...

the artbeast awakes, sprawling twisting puffing, just this side of the tracks...

the sainted lights flare ominous signals, the holy rain holds off...

sidle along the scaly walls towards a glowgreen orifice...

slide down to the cavity depths of its devouring mouth...

as the hotbreath of  digested deliverance vaporizes into the night air...

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blaze the bedrock of creative deposits...

spark the pushbuttons of textual ordinance...

radiate the fulgent rings of truncated perennials...

she arterialized...[arleigh wood]

he flashfaced...[david taewook cho]

they unhung...[artmemes of unit 100]

nonentities in abductive idle...

do believe everything you read...

Eastside Culture Crawl, November 16-18, 2012
1000 Parker Street and 69 other voracious venues

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marking my clark park:: part VI

 near the end of day, I walked across the street towards the falling light as it shimmers late through the tall trees...

 there is a lovely old french poem about the dreaming trees at dusk after the rain...

"le long des murs d'un parc ou songent de beaux arbres...

on les suit longtemps.

plus tard, un peu de soleil dore

une feuille, et deux, et puis tout!"

and so it goes, in the pale hour along the parkside walls where old trees dream...

[selected lines from "Au fil de l'heure pale" by Leon-Paul FARGUE, 1878-1947]