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The UnNamed Gallery
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If you look hard enough, you just might find me. An alley in only the best city on this spinning rock. We're currently between exhibits. The last show opened with fanfare and raving reviews, and then closed with much more. I have no plans for the next show, and I'm feeling lost. But the good sort of lost that's nice, meandering, and a little bit pointless. Maybe we'll do another show. Or we'll close. And that'll be fine too. Until then, enjoy some poems. I might just write one every day, and you might find some diamonds in this garbage.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
the-un-named-gallery · 7 days ago
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Listening to Robert Again
Robert says To pay attention To what we're feeling And Own these feelings as Our own. This is being true to Yourself - And this is the work - My work - Moment by moment. He says "And this too" Is always the message. And. This. Too. All of it - The gorgeous and disgusting. And this is all a result of Origins in the past. Now - leads to later. One, be here now. This is practice. My life tells me What is here to do. Two, allowing this experience. Welcome them all. Have tea. Three, be ultimately authentic, Your absolute true self. Listen. And may you live In interesting times. (11.10.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 7 days ago
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huh.
Huh, That's funny. The name is Cobble. The name isn't funny - Just that I know a Cobble. And I look at the bulletin Board - Her bulletin board. And it's her. One And the same. I work out with her at the gym. And now Here I am Cleaning her floors. While her name is celebrated On the wall - a pHD followed by a thousand other Letters. I take out her trash. And clean her toilet. Remember, When Emerson said Nothing is sacred - But the integrity of Your own Mind? Forgive yourself. 11.9.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Flight Facilities
My parents were Married on Halloween. It was a union of Threats and ultimatums, Fear and consequence, Forced through power and intimidating Personality. But They made it work - Still do to this day. Because of the power of adaptation, Persistence and the Commitments of time. Today, I forgot to call them and Say Happy Anniversary Because we were Trick-or- Treating. I was in a car. In front of a house of Someone I've never met - Taking pictures of my Identification, for an Application of a job I may Or may not actually work. Did I regret not calling? No. I would rather have The experience of Exploring the bottom of the sea, than watching a video on repeat From 1982. (10.31.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Uncatena Sylvan Esso plays On shitty cellphone speakers. A half-crushed can of Natural Light. A cheeseburger with bacon on Brioche. A blank page with a number One - At the top. A laptop with fried lines of rainbow from bottom to top left - Alternating horizontally Cross the bottom. I know it doesn't hold the charge, so it stays plugged in. Sore muscles from the week, This week of standing and Bending, pushing and pulling. Actions and action Of asking of value, And finding that value Deep and true. Echoes returned. (11.1.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Distant Craters
How does one moonlight? It is a verb - a doing. If I have a separate Night job, I'm Moonlighting. But if one moonlights, You are performing A magic. A magic of something unexpected. Something new. And it creates something Transformational. From something plainly Human to something Else. The stories are all True. 11.2.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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A Stapled Corner
He stands In front of the Room With a stack of White pages Stapled in the Corner. He talks on & on To thirteen year olds About the body - A topic of infinite Interest - It this is not Landing. They Are distracted. They are bored. They are fidgeting. Until. He asks about what body Part has no blood. And they talk - all At the same time. And Fight and distract. And they don't find it. But he tells them - Its the cornea. But they miss it. When he says that Broken Hearts Are literal. 11.3.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Wreck In
An octopus has 3 hearts While I merely have 1. However, I have miles of vessels pumping And thousands of gallons Through my body. But it doesn't weigh 45 pounds - A single plate. It is less. Much less. Less than a pound. Just A few ounces. It is a mover. The body holds a mover. I am a mover I reckon. 11.4.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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But what is it rated?
How does one warm A space? With rock and Concrete blocks, With wood, stacked And layered. With cloth and dirt and Mud and fire. And fire. Electricity and gas - Those fires too. And a holder, and A holder, that holds, And holds That heat In. 11.5.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Motivational Note
I teach during the day And would love for that To be enough. But We have some financial goals. Goals. We would like to Give my daughter her first car. One that doesn't breakdown - Leaving her on the side of the Road. How does this work as a - Goal - without working 100 hours a week? But what you don't change - You choose. So - I will Clean This Toilet. Asking. What can I learn from this?
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Yes, Ender
I have this barn A simple cinder block Structure. It has held livestock in The past - Maybe a donkey or two. Maybe a horse or two. Maybe goats or a few. Now, it holds boxes Of decorations and books, Fans and heaters, Old notebooks. Scrap metal and camping supplies. A weight bench. Flower pots. And now, it needs a Door and some warmth And a way to cut The wind. 11.7.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 16 days ago
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Off-Center
What am I looking forward to? What am I? Looking forward? If I look only at - What is Next. I miss what is Now. I miss what. What? I miss what is. 11.8.24
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the-un-named-gallery · 25 days ago
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Remarkable
She asked someone To close the windows Because it was raining, But I sat in the kitchen Looking out the windows While it was raining. And it was nice while I Drank coffee and listened To music and talked to My neighbor Ken. But I forgot you opened The living room windows too. I should've done a window check. But I didn't. And now we have water all over The floor. And the back of the couch Is soaked. And you had to use the same Towel that held the dishes On the kitchen counter. I could just go back in time And I can simply close the windows. (10.27.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 25 days ago
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Prompting I asked my students to Write about school dances. But it had to be realistic. One wrote about having a killer Holding a chainsaw on the Dance floor and blood splatters On an open back dress. I won't argue realism. I've seen The news. One other story had a character Watching the dance while sitting On the sidewalk next to sweaty Boys playing basketball, While all the beautiful people Wearing beautiful dresses to prom She watched from the outside looking In. Another story featured Yours Truly - Long blonde hair - in High School And being in love. Knowing these songs playing that We love now will be forgotten Tomorrow. (10.30.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 25 days ago
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Express(ed)
At one time in History, FedEx was Nothing. Not even an idea. Then a hope, an Inkling, a shadow, A jot. Then a conversation And a plan. Then A paycheck and a Reason. Then a memory. Then a footnote. Then a question, Buried. (10.29.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 25 days ago
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La Cienega Boulevard
You may or may Not know the name Rauschenberg. He turned trash into something different, Holy, Sacred. Cardboard elevated To glory in museum pristine galleries. Behold! Look again. It is Everywhere. Fine to box. Fine to ship. And you have Attention. (10.28.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 27 days ago
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Rodney Part Two
Rodney also says Infrastructural disruptions Are corridors to Change. Balance. Strength. Quickness. Timing. You are not born with Drive. Falling Becomes Normal. (10.26.24)
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the-un-named-gallery · 27 days ago
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Rodney part one My new friend Rodney Talks about getting Back up. Imagination Reshapes context. This is inventive To move on a board. Experiencing a barrier of Disbelief. But before this - It is articulation of Movement. And It is a language. He says we have a Somatic intuition. Awareness. Just don't get in your Own way. (10.25.24)
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