Lets take a trip with Larry Carlson

I was just chillin' on the interweb yesterday and came across www.larrycarlson.com, a really cool and trippy website. His mixed media and collage artwork is very interesting and fun to look at, and most, if not all, of the collages have a distinct color, like the one pictured here. If you have a shitty desktop background, this is a cool place to get one from. The rest of the stuff on the site gets even weirder, and his videos and interactive videos can get really hard to look at, if only drugs were in my system.

On another note, I recently realized I wrote a poem the day before my Grandmothers death about the fall and mortality, coincidence? Written subconsciously? hmm.

Sestina: Fall
11/11/07
The heat of the days end abruptly
As the sun falls across the horizon
The cold air sinks to the ground
Growing thicker with leaves aplenty
The skyline ever changing
The curtain being opened again this year

Stop looking back as if it’s the end of a year
The days are still aplenty
Live as if your life will stop abruptly
There is still room for your lives to be changing
So pull your eyes up from the ground
And keep them on the horizon

The further we progress the darker the horizon
The further we progress the more days are changing
The sky withered and torn from another year
The season came all too abruptly
As the leaves once hung aplenty
Now they flutter to the ground

Don’t follow the cluttered leaves, the ground
They skewer it aplenty
From a skyline lost all too abruptly
It’s almost the three hundredth day of the year
Where the flocks smother the horizon
In their lives that are ever changing

In this time of year leaves are greatly changing
They litter the earth to color the ground
Reflecting the silhouetted horizon
It’s the telltale sign of the year
When the leaves are colored aplenty
And life is ever changing so abruptly

The night comes in a blink, abruptly
Quicker than the leaves themselves are changing
Clouds floating over the horizon
At this moment, this time of year
Soon we all will be grounded
Together, feasting aplenty

Like the times of year
We ourselves are changing
No matter how abruptly