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“We are nothing but images of images. Reality, including ourselves, is nothing but a thin and fragile veil, beyond which … there is nothing.”
Italian physicist Carlo Rovelli
Thank you for being here.

A rose is a rose.
A nose is a nose.
A crow is a bird.
A turd is a turd.
Thank you for being here.

That house over there.
There’s something behind it.
It hints of things we cannot see.
Nevertheless, it is there.
The house behind a house.
Thank you for being here.

“In the forest a hunter meets an art show.”
René Magritte

Thank you for being here.

Let me take you down
’Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for having me.

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Gus takes the bus
cause it’s a lot less fuss
than cranking the car
cause it can’t go that far.

So the big white bus
that stops for Gus
with a bit of a lurch
outside the old church
where Gus had been praying
while simultaneously weighing
the do’s…

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Abracadabra.

I will create as I speak.

Noble, simple people.
Barbaric savages.

Words of power.
Words of deceipt.
We weave our world, our very existence, with words.

Abracadabra. From the Aramaic phrase avra kehdabra.
I will create as I speak.

Words of power.
Words of deceipt.
The words are the same.
I am not responsible for what you understand.
You are responsible for what you understand.

Pocahontas wasn’t her actual name.
It was her nickname meaning “playful one”
or “ill-behaved child.”

Noble, simple people.
Barbaric savages.
Playful one.
Ill-behaved child.

Words of power.
Words of deceipt.
The words are the same.
You are responsible.

Look at your hands.
Just look at your hands.
How many shapes can you make with those hands?

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God tells his people where to put the bleachers
while The Gambler eyes the odds
while a siren whistle screams
while a painter paints the sky
while Abram rocks his son.

People got problems.
Problems got people.
Problem people.
People problems.

I might be a problem person.
I might be a people problem.
That’s okay.
It’s okay.

Bleachers filling up as
The Gambler lays his money down.
Christians and lions
and hunchbacks
and starlets
ride The Beast,
hoping to catch a break.

Place yer bets, folks.
It’s the mother/father of all bombs,
right here on Highway 61.
Covenant be damned.

And Jesus wept.

HEY! JESUS! YA WIN SOME… YA LOSE SOME!

The dream again.
Night.
I look up and behold!
Oh starry night!

Weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath
the artist’s loving hand.

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Jeffrey Field

Jeffrey Field

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It ain't what you think. Former newsman, car salesman, teacher. Everything is Thou, if you so allow it. You can find some of it at https://youtu.be/w6RtVjMDHzE