he wasnt one for horror
although he liked monstershe
liked cannibal zombies vampires werewolvesOhmy and supernatural aliens
the line wouldnt have been
complete without Ozs Ohmy
he didnt like
murder
murderers werent monsters they were the rabid dog To Kill a Mockingbird
that had to be put down a single
shot The Deer Hunter
seems
he was fashioned by cinema
hed blame his
Mom for that
she wanted to see a movie
his father didnt
so not wanting to go alone she
grabbed him
popcorn a box of candy Twist my arm
hed watch
whatever she wanted to show him
she had been responsible for the
library books he readtook him to the adult library upstairs Select a couple of books, but don’t take too
long. they left the
second oldest to watch his three other siblings
when the librarian challenged
herrefused to checkout the books because I saw the boy pick them. his mother nearly took her head off when they left he had his own card for the
adult library his Mom wouldnt have to
accompany him
things usually tended to be good between
them
she was eighteen went he was
born for all intents and purposes they were the same generation his Dad too he was twenty
horror
vacui
Latin fear of empty space also kenophobia fear of the empty nyctophobia fear of the night or darkness
he lacked phobias
horror vacui
filling an entire surface
of a space or artwork with detail
he liked space
empty white negative space intrigued him
a buddy refuted him they were hiking in hills above the Pacific
Look
around you, everything is filledcrowded with detail, no space unfilled;
negative space isn’t natural.
You presume everything is filled
up because your eyes tell your brain everything it sees is Whaif your eyes cant see it or if they do they darn the empty space fill it with that that borders it creates contiguous detail sequencing
color and pattern enforcing consistency statusquo veiling the negative
supercedessupplants the empty space
I believe everything is fill .
.
. . Macroly
Yet microly you knowbelieve there is unfilled
space
I believe in ghosts I have seen them An because you havent you do not
I believe it is entirely possibly
we are surrounded by networks spiderwebs mirrored fractals of negative space
that our eyes clone hide their slender edges to complete them so we don freak out
Slather a brush with paint
and drag it on coarse concrete the brush
will be depleted the concrete will be
revealed pebbled then laced the painting incomplete You must think our eyes
are soggywet brushes
Ya preferwont allow the possibility
I believe my eyes.
One word Deepfakes
Ya keep
believing your eyes and AI will make you its bitch Whawoudya do for a bone doggie
1833, Monday,
14 11. 16
1544, Day-between-Two-Ts, 18 8.
21
a pensee
line one subject two syllables
second line description four syllables
third line action seven syllables
the fourth line eight syllables is the setting
fifth line final thought six syllables
deepfakes
scintillating
egged on to fuck with your mind
look no furthur than your
flatscreen
do not believe your eyes
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