The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.10.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.10.18
“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.” Kurt Vonnegut ••• The Mad Gallery ••• They’re Gone – Sharon O’Callaghan Shero This month’s featured artist, Sharon O’Callaghan Shero, brings us photographs that look like they were pulled straight[read more]

New Featured Artist : Sharon O’Callaghan Shero

New Featured Artist : Sharon O’Callaghan Shero
They’re Gone – Sharon O’Callaghan Shero This month’s featured artist, Sharon O’Callaghan Shero, brings us photographs that look like they were pulled straight out of a suspense thriller. The way she plays with (little) light and (lots of) dark sets such a mood that you might end up insisting there’s some kind of dark and mysterious backstory to each and[read more]

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 11.07.18

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 11.07.18
This past 1st Wednesday of November (aka 11.07.18) Mad Swirl kicked off our 14th year of mic madness! The Regal Room (at the Independent Bar & Kitchen) was chock filled with all the swirlin' souls we know AND love! 't'was quite the Swirl-abration! HUGE GRATS to all you mad poets, performers, artists and musicians who helped[read more]

Sonnet on Mind

When reflecting on the nature of mind
Of what wit or wisdom do we dare speak?
For the wind in the sky is all we find,
In a round and round game of hide and seek.
It’s mind over matter, sages surmise;
With power of mind as their driving force
Deductive logicians philosophize
From ‘We think, therefore we are…’ as the source.
We muse; we spin, in dreaming delusion,
Our webs of thought, until nought we behold,
And heady with sense, fall in confusion.
Or is yet the end of the story told?

As our labyrinth journey turns and twists,
We lose our way in miasmas and mists.

editors note: We can, head down, arms tucked, sneak by; or stride through, head up, arms wide. – mh clay

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