
A journal of prose, pictures and fiction based on the life and travels of a twenty first century American. In the second year of this experiment I continue to seek love, build relationships, practice art and otherwise reveal myself through pure desperation, love, hate, boredom, fear and an honest unabashed search for meaning. For further news and exhibit information, visit www.danielcosentino.com
Saturday, August 4, 2007
hypoPalliasse
eVeryday a board meeting, a drawing board, a paddle, a tool, a palette, a rusted nail, a stool, a heap, a plastic toy, electronics, a magazine, entertainment, a dullard reflex, a musical, a mansion, a box, a babe, a hairy guy, a meddlesome cop, an overweight rogue, a depressed wife, a good friend, a horse, a Samaritan, a vagrant, a bastard, a lover, a mortgage, a fucking cardboard box, everyday something new, something more, something overwhelming, delicious poultry, a glass bead, a concrete block, everyday something a little bit more toward an itch and toward the relief of that itch, everyday exhausted and completely satiated and sane under hot, dry Western silt or icy Southern seas or Eastern florae or Northern loose sealed permafrost thin veiled sun. Everyday slumped in a fine leather saddle. A glorious thing.

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