Poem: Turn

By Jack Brummet

1

The host and tenant lock

        In benign equilibrium.

2
Each valley followed by a slope.
         Every going followed by a return.

3

There is no relief without an ache,
          And no virus without a host.

4
Bricks tumble into the moat.
           The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.

5
For a fleeting moment

            The condition for change exists.
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Digital art: Slices/Faces #1087

By Jack Brummet

[digitized from pen drawings and acrylic paintings - click to enlarge]

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Poem: The Quest

By Jack Brummet

It’s all one story—

                           A ragged

                                        shape-shifting tale

Of incredible coherence and constance,
                                                           Encompassing all you know,
                                                           All you don’t know you know,
                                                           And all you one day will know.
There is more
                     To be

                             seen,

                             tasted,

                             heard,

                             and felt
                                         Than can ever be known or told.

Our myths flourish and spread,
                              Person to person, 

                                          And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars

                                                             Fill our collective conscience

With mystical scenes,
                      Quests, and tales of greatness.

                                           These myths, tales, and fables
                                                               Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.

When you strip away

                       The stage flats, makeup, and costumes,

                                            It’s all one story
                                                                Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Poem: [you can’t see earth]

By Jack Brummet

1
You can't see earth
From the dark side of the moon
But maybe that changes

With the accelerating deceleration
Of the moon and earth.
A waning Gibbous moon

Dangles 1.3 light seconds away,
The Sea of Tranquility
A menacing sinkhole.

2
The moon
And the fog
Are in cahoots.

Fog slithers in,
Wrapping around houses,
Trees, shrubs, and churches,

Threading its way

Along the ground
Like horror movie fog.

3
Do the fog and moon
Trigger mayhem, madness, and murder?

Do our brains have tides?

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Photograph: The test flight

By Jack Brummet (and an unknown postcardmaker)

- click to enlarge - 

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Painting: The Crowd

By Jack Brummet

[click to enlarge]

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Republicans versus Democrats

[Author/originator unknown]

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude."

"She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be an Obama Democrat."

"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."

The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Republican."

"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"

"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You've risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's my fault."

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Three drawings: Faces #1081, 1082, and 1085

By Jack Brummet

[click to enlarge]

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Three paintings & drawings

By Jack Brummet

[hand drawn on canvas, signboard, and paper, digitized and colored]

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Drawing: Faces #1080 - scratchboard

By Jack Brummet

[Scribe on India Ink scratchboard and images, digitally reversed]

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Dan Duva talks about Mike Tyson and Don King

Boxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson when he re-signed with rival promoter Don King: "Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton."

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Painting: kaleidoscope

By Jack Brummet

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