The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.14.19
“The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.”
James Gates Percival
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The Shadow That Arrives Trembling ~ Bill Wolak
To see ALL of Bill's crazy concoction of collages, as well as our other featured[read more]
The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.07.19
“Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.”
Grandma Moses
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The Unexpected Merging of Whirlwinds ~ Bill Wolak
To see ALL of Bill's crazy concoction of collages, as well as our other featured artists (45 total!), visit our Mad Gallery!
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Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 09.04.19
This past 1st Wednesday of September (aka 09.04.19) Mad Swirl once again whirled up our open mic madness! HUGE GRATS & shout out to all you mad poets, performers, artists and musicians who helped swirl us up some googily madness!
Here's a visual of who is who:
Hosts:
Johnny O
MH Clay
Swirve:
Chris Curiel (trumpet)
Clay Stinnett (skins)
Mad Mic Cast:
Johnny Olson
MH Clay
Vic Victory
Chris[read more]
The Divine Key
The silence was eerie. The darkness was sinister. After his great feat, he had expected joyous celebrations, pompous gifts and that elusive key, his mentor had promised him. He was sure he would get the award of all awards. His mind reassured him that the silence and the darkness were temporary. Therefore, he decided to wait…
Losing count of time, a long period must have elapsed. He was not a person who let fate decide the course of his life. He carved his own future with grit and blood. He took[read more]
Power of Words
There is a saying that has been around for quite some time now: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me.
I reckon just about everyone, whether five or fifty, have heard these words several times over. Now often said by those who had just moments before sent their own verbal arrows flying right into one’s chest. It probably started with good intentions, and I am most certainly not saying that everyone who uses it is bad or a bully. But anymore it seems to me[read more]
Simulation
Simon began to suspect he was living in a computer simulation. And not only a computer simulation, but a flawed or infected one.
This wasn’t just a philosophical idea metastasizing into a neurosis or psychosis. More and more, Simon thought he was detecting seams in the matrix, tiny fractures in the surface of his so-called reality. One morning while shaving, he observed, to his horror, his mirror-self laughing. And not just laughing but in hysterics, ugly and unbecoming. This would not have been abnormal had he actually been laughing. But on[read more]