Art in everyday life

In an interview with Angela Rosenberg in Flash Art, Kai Althoff muses, "I collect things, but I don't go and hunt for them. I see things, and some stir in my heart so much, like some photograph in a magazine that tells everything I ever wanted to utter in that moment -- or the way somebody has decorated the room he lives in, that kills me, and I watch in awe, stunned and keep quiet, and feel there's no more I'd want to see in life."

I found this quote as I was looking through artist's interview, and it made me think about artist's studios and rooms, and how they can become art in themselves, consisting of carefully curated scraps of paper, found objects, photographs, napkin sketches, tchotchkies, and the like. I love that a room can become a mini museum -- a cabinet of curiosities filled with remnants and musings of a person's life.  So poetic, so beautiful, and so simple.  There's a story by Cortazar, "A Letter to a Young Lady in Paris," that reminds me of this quote.  I'll save that for another post.  

scales?

Ansel Adams, Wanda Lake, Near Muir Pass, Kings Canyon

cat trachea in cross section

noble truth 1

I am a young learner.
I must pay in merit for what I dearly seek.

Sage: All life is suffering.
Is it ill-advised then to quietly cool the numbing cauterants?
Seems: to enjoy life one must succumb to the dark
Nobility, the burn (it is the majority), smirk

With a bleeding mouth and heart
And bleed flexed as if being feasted upon. Stay aware of it.
Let life charge, let yourself coast through the starving mind
Of another. Prey and be prey. All avoidance is decaying.

I must stand by my senses, play dead and wink once.
I am a young learner.

like water

Something that tastes
like tap nostril-wash-out,
not sipped:
gagged, harder than
love, a truth tap,
not swallowed window-shop
waste, another
kind of ‘git ‘em’ dunk, chaste
like a lily pad’s plunge
into it, gasping on
a bob at it, when
the puny belly-
flop frogs domino an
oncoming step, a sense
of survival ahead,
of color not necessarily blue-
greenish, a Greenwich vibe
of underbrush, triad ivy.

it wants you bad.
something like spray
wants you and you
want to gargle lava.

Could be a parking garage
collage, a warning,
something that tastes like water, a push
or a dump and splosh when an oh-face
ladles an infinite swish and swim-up
to spew through a vis-à-vis oh-yeah! face