Category Archives: Gene’s Art

Between Blinks

Posted on December 21, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Art is more important than history. What you create matters more than lies agreed upon. The notion of history is bogus. It is simply lack of imagination all around to think the stories told of earlier times are any more … Continue reading →

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A Day Closely Approaching Winter

Posted on December 17, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Stone Sea – A Socratic, Aristotelian, or Possibly Asimovian Dialogue for A Day Closely Approaching Winter # Cold winds blow leaves and sparrows through crowds of desultory shoppers. A Writer, shoulders slumped, hands in pocket, head hung low, slouches out … Continue reading →

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I So Truly Hate the Fire of Time

Posted on December 14, 2015 by Gene Stewart

I so truly hate the fire of time Burning all we’ve come to know Taking cherished lives away Removing marks they made in snow Crushing carvings stone by stone Obliterating every trace of us Unplanned, stochastic obsolescence Devouring mindlessly duration’s … Continue reading →

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Making Things Is Better Than Re-Arranging or Breaking Things

Posted on December 7, 2015 by Gene Stewart

I write most of my stories for their own sake, with audience being a secondary or tertiary consideration after-the-fact. Art for art’s sake, I guess.   “Money, for gods’ sake,” as 10CC cited.   Thing is, as my eldest son … Continue reading →

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Come On

Posted on November 25, 2015 by Gene Stewart

My father said, “Come on,” and we walked out of the house, through the yard, and into fields on hills.  We eventually descended into a copse and there amidst the trees he took out a revolver.  “Set me up some … Continue reading →

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Tempestuous Teapottery –

Posted on November 13, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Tempestuous Teapottery – Should an artist’s flaws count against the art? Should an image, a grotesque caricature really, of HPL be dumped because the man himself was a racist? Is hate by association sufficient? Ask the same of Nazi documentariste … Continue reading →

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Excerpt From a Developing Novel

Posted on October 19, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Clarista told Grau about an interview with an old cowboy she’d conducted back at the cattle mutilation site, a man who’d worked his whole life on ranches. He’d bedded down on the ground and his fire had collapsed to embers.  … Continue reading →

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Stranded Off Earth

Posted on August 20, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Exactly: 100 words “Shivers That Linger” When you’re ten you don’t think you might die. Life is eternal, like midwest summer, and everything’s interesting. So my friend and I found a Masterlock, layers of metal, no key. “We can smash … Continue reading →

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Random Notes of Passing Interest

Posted on June 2, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Father’s Day this year falls on Litha. /// SOM 1-01, Special Operations Manual, is the one dealing with retrieving downed UFO’s and crew. It was mailed on film to UFO and aviation writer Don Berliner in 1994 after he’d attended … Continue reading →

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A True Crime Evening

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Gene Stewart

Night predation Flickers on TV, British tea Pleasantly bitter On the tongue. Cool air stirs Patient curtains. Distant sounds echo. Dogs bark, engines rev, Car doors slam, Words clump for me, Attempts to catch time. Moments, impressions, Sensations, thoughts, Experiences … Continue reading →

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