Primarily a writing exercise, this dream journal-inspired blog is a quiet introspective sojourn into the process that we traverse in going from private dream to public art. I see our dreaming as an internalized mythmaking. As I philosophize and expressively exhibit dreams, both private and public, I encourage and delight in creative language as a way to practice experiential metaphors through a “public dreaming." Writing Theory: Creative Dream Fiction

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Vietnamese-American War Waste

Triumph of Death by Pieter the Elder Bruegel

On a bicycling tour in Vietnam, open dirt pathways, clear visions of jungle green, translucent blues above and the rich yet sporadic proximity to exotic life, all of a sudden off the bike and crouching low behind a large tree, there are helicopters and smoke trail missiles and bullets whirring through the air with a silent menace, the colors become subdued with a steamy incandescence, a warning boldness that brings out an undead fear in hiding, I look to my right and soldiers are behind another tree preparing a massive latrine, taking out what looks like seed pods of human waste, and at once, it seems to me to double as a mass grave...

Fri, May 27, 2011

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