Daily Keemo. 9.26.11. When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope

When You Think Your Way Through To Morning On Silence And Darkness And Hope
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The StoryI think the title says it all with this one. Don't you?
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Daily Keemo. 9.22.11. I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)

I Wait For Some Kind Of Sign (A painting at 3:47 AM)
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It was late. I mean real late. Like 3:47 AM kind of late. The morning alarm was less than 4 hours away and I was at the desk pushing the paints and there was no sign laying down the brushes and packing it in. Like most insomniacs, I was just getting started, I suppose. The best ideas and best words and most peaceful moments all come when the rest of the world is sleeping. Maybe it is that simple idea that keeps me awake. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm leading myself astray at the times. I will walk out into the yard at these hours and look up and down the street and hope to see some kind of sign that there is someone else at that moment that shares this idea. It never happens. I listen to the silence for a moment, then always walk back in and sit back in front of the paints and push them around until they speak to me no more and the room goes dark.
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Daily Keemo. 8.23. So Far Away From That Moment

So Far Away From That Moment

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I couldn't sleep last night. This is not unusual so I got up and went downstairs and the tiles on the floor in the kitchen were cold under my bare feet because it is winter and and it was 4:14 AM. Out the window I could see that snow was falling down in huge, slow flakes and standing at the window, in the blue light of the streetlamp, the street was silent and the house was silent and I was silent and I just looked out and went over things and thought about people and places and words and events and the past and the future and how sitting there in the dark looking at the reflection in the glass, I had no real connection to any of it. It all seemed so far away from that moment, in the dark. Eventually, the snow stopped and so did my daydreams at the window and I walked back up the stairs, still disconnected from everything. Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 7.23. That Is Where It Will End

That Is Where It Will End
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It's late and
the desklamp is lighting up
this corner of the hotel room and
I can only see the cars that are heading East
on the Detroit highway
that is visible
from my window.

It is obvious that the black is
still wet and behind me one
of the girls shifts in the bed and
I know that their dreaming is more
important that the sound of these keys
so
that is where it will end.

Somewhere between two girls and a
highway and the late night sound of
this keyboard.

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Daily Keemo. 6.19. Not Too Much So The Rain Stays Out

Not Too Much So The Rain Stays Out
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1.) Self doubt hangs in the air tonight and under my desklamp I find the colors are thinking the same thing.

2.) The window is cracked just enough to let air in but not too much so the rain stays out.

3.) There is music on and sometimes I don't hear it because I am some place else and rarely do you get visitors when you are there.

4.) I kept putting black down on the paper because black is the only paint color that covers up the mess you make.

5.) There is a reason for everything but at the moment I can't think of what any of those might be.

6.) Self doubt hangs in the air tonight and as I write this the rest of the world moves on and the meaning is found somewhere between my hand and yours.

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Daily Keemo. 5.7. Not Ripe For This Kind Of Conversation

Not Ripe For This Kind Of Conversation
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I was mingling like you do at these kind of events and he told me that I don't charge enough for my art and that if I wanted people to take me seriously I really needed to up the price and then the real collectors will come knocking.

I took a drink to give me a minute to think how to respond and while I swallowed it I thought this whole thing seemed silly. I then decided I wasn't going to bite on that and just kind of shrugged it off. The night was not ripe for this kind of conversation.

"Do you paint?" I asked.
"I used to," he replied. "I stopped when the kids were born and I had to get a real job."
"Oh. That's too bad," I said.
"Maybe one day I will pick it up again," he said.
"You should." I replied.

I excused myself and went outside and when the door closed behind me it was only myself and a beautiful night in a Michigan city and I sipped the rest of my drink alone on the patio and I thought about how all of us sacrifice something for some reason and I just hope that when we all get to the end of this mess that it was all worth it.

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Daily Keemo. 4.6. When Overlooking A Small Detail Results In A Sore Nose.

When Overlooking A Small Detail Results In A Sore Nose
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Quick story. Last night I get done working and turn the light off at the desk, turn to my right and switch off the computer monitor and the room goes completely black. Staying up late like I often do, I'm used to walking around in the dark like this, so from memory, I walk myself around the desk and out the door. Except I had not taken into consideration that the dog had pushed the door open half way and I walked smack into the edge of the open door. Ouch! would be an understatement. Sorry, I don't have an anecdote to this story or anything witty to go on about. It just plain hurt. So, here is to walking cautiously around in the dark and hopefully, not walking into anything. (We've all done it!)... Enjoy!

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