A Mound Of Space (Early Warning Buddha)

A Mound Of Space (Early Warning Buddha)
a mound of space
an indeterminate bush
a subtle apocalypse
an encouraging utopia in the works
a boatload of talcum
an Iliad of peppers (more…)
A Mound of Space

a mound of space
an indeterminate bush
a subtle apocalypse
an encouraging utopia in the works
a boatload of talcum
an Iliad of peppers (more…)

Early afternoon yesterday, before the news broke about the plane ditching into the frigid Hudson river, I made this larger drawing from a chunk of words I first entered in a Snarkbook on Jan 7th.
Is it megalomaniacal of me to think that I might be God, controlling fate with my words?
See also: The perfect ditching of US Airways 1549

Chris King is a writer and musician living in St. Louis, a city born at the confluence of the Mississippi and Missouri rivers. Chris has a thing for confluences, both literal and metaphoric — thus the theme of his blog, Confluence City.
This fascination with confluences is something we have in common, as you’d probably guess by looking at my work, which at its most basic level is a confluence of word + image.
I don’t know Chris, have never met him. He just emailed me out of the blue a couple hours ago to introduce himself and to say that we share an affinity for Robert Walser. Another confluence. And an influence.
He and I also share a trait of writing things down in notebooks and any scrap of paper at hand, which, asĀ professional musician, he used to do in between gigs in notebooks he dubbed “gigbooks”. In “The Chatter of the Soul,” he elaborates: (more…)