Create the picture you wish to show Relieve my mind before I blow. Use my hand, I’ll take the chance, I trust you with my mind and limb Sing to me your silent hymn Sedate me with your loving trance, Trace your world upon this pale land.
. . . beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect . . .
— from The Genious of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski
Raven Lovebirds On Christmas Eve — Photo-Artistry by kenne
two ravens in a tree
on Christmas Eve
showing affection
bobbing heads in
silent communication
when with a quick nod
one flies off signaling
the other to follow —
contemplate the void
suddenly my eyes blear.
“Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.” The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes. “Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow. “Fuck you,” said the raven.”