Neo-Berkeley Arts

 

A capital of California culture
Follow Le Flaneur
on his aesthetic rambles
around the town

Look out

here comes the burning man

 

His face opaque

and inexplicable

Survival

as a ritual that matters

Oak Tree Paradox

The old stone house

Security is an illusion

Life is always a roll of the dice

Old wicker hope chest

Fiber arts 

at the Arts Passage

Strange disquiet

like a Gothic novel

All along the banks

of the royal canal

Wild Boar

 falls to the hunt

fresh meat for the table

Barefoot youth 

plays his electric cello

downtown

A noble and serious

 young musician

A passer-by was moved

to commence an

 interpretive dance

Sojourner Truthiness

Mail art opening

at ye old Berkleley P. O.

Faced with a certain criticism

I recall the words of Our Lord

Who said, 

Let he who hath not been stoned

Cast the first stone

Yantras

add dimension

to mind

Proverbial one-thousand cranes

sort of a hollow cliche 

by this point

She was practicing clarinet

 her licorice stick in a cloth bag

Peachy summer outfit

for a Berkeley gal

Drive-by Brexit

Are you ready for the country?

because it's time to go

Adieu to the bookshops

Shabby Irish-American pub

Once managed to ditch some

pretentious elitist friends of Boron

by suggesting this place

Skies over beautiful

low-rise Berkland

CCAC looking rural
and unspoiled

 All's well

that ends well

July 2016

Dharma Beach Bum at 64

Prologue

It's a traditional

tatooed Navy town

 I'm over in Alameda

on my birthday

 And it's July twenty-eighth

 my birthday 

same day of the year

 as Marcel Duchamp,

Maybe I'll get a crew-cut

 

Or my very first tattoo

 Considered these options

for like a split-second

and then came to my senses

maybe a escematic stroke,

a trompe l'oeil window

of the mind

Perhaps I'll stay

 with my original design

and wait for the bus

to the beach

Relaxation was my theme

these image captures 

were incidental

 Rent a kite-board,

keep going

 Just another almost featureless

shallow tide with brilliant sun

and persistent breeze

 .

 I woke from a light nap

and found the gulls had

huddled around me,

they recognize peace

 The marks left by

time and the hand of man

 Just a pleasant 

low-key location

 For the young 

and for the old

 A visual cry

 I'll remember you 

great tree 

then eventually I'll will forget

 All summer long

we've stayed quite cool

while a heat dome 

torments the nation

 All along the telegraph

the wind chips away at us

 A day of indeterminate size

having taken shape,

grace indeed came falling

 When I came in 

this was waiting

For the person across the hall

 but not for me,

No diggity mylar anyway

 

 I'm fine with the flag I flew

 Nativity over,

just another day

after all

Everyday Dharma

28 July 2016