The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.13.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.13.18
"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary." Cecil Beaton ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “untitled – (a1)” (above) by featured artist R. Keith. To see more of R. Keith’s mixed-media madness, as well as our other[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.06.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.06.18
"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." Carl Sandburg ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “untitled – (a13)” (above) by featured artist R. Keith. To see more of R. Keith’s mixed-media madness, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week on Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we toasted the year[read more]

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 01.03.18

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 01.03.18
Pictured: MH Clay (co-host), Christopher Calle (poet) & Johnny O (host) (photo courtesy of Christopher Calle) To ALL ye yin & yang hangers, ye yang & yin winners, ye lookers for the new, ye bookers of the blue skies beyond the auld lang syne... ye transformers & reformers & resolved heart warmers came & shook the old &[read more]

All Buildings Look like Temples

I put on a mask
who am I fooling
abstraction, regardless
it all comes out the same
what do I do with a moment?
the possibilities reside
in savory endlessness
let’s talk about
what my behavior would look like
if I slipped up for one second
“a fake”
who said that?
out of sync
with the fabric
is that what you thought would happen?
7 days ago
it’s unrelated
& seemingly irrelevant
I’ll let you fill in the blanks
there’s an idea in your head
what were you thinking?
maybe if we move a little bit
then, I’ll feel better
it’s a little more abstract
less personal
the opposite –
is that what you were going for?
I propose
a vulnerable maneuver
grafted onto expectations
no craft –
are you ready to ensue?
did you see that car passing swiftly by you?
I laugh –
no, did you?
it was the corner of the eye
you get the beers
I got the shot
but what’s the difference
this is to my fellow instrument

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