Category Archives: Gene’s Art

Entity’s Tickle as by W B Kek

Posted on September 3, 2014 by Gene Stewart

The sun has eyes. They watch us In the mirror of the moon. As starlight falls, Illumination Draws us into dark. Our lives are deaths Responsive To our terror of the cold. Those eyes of sun Upon us Trace the … Continue reading →

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Where DID I Put My Code Keys?

Posted on August 27, 2014 by Gene Stewart

http://motherboard.vice.com/read/why-government-researchers-think-we-may-be-living-in-a-2d-hologram /// More science, and increasing numbers of scientists, agree on this every year, and it’s beginning to worry me because I think I’m a glitch. More seriously: Information system, they postulate. Reminds me of VALIS. Vast Active Living Information … Continue reading →

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Social Media Res

Posted on August 27, 2014 by Gene Stewart

Uriel’s Machine lies sprawled everywhere if we but look. High culture meant something else in the past. Not electronics or powered technology; It meant integrating humanity with the natural world In which our lives are immersed, of which we are … Continue reading →

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Schlöß Falke

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Gene Stewart

Falke, the Baron Schreier’s castle, technically a schlöß because it locks several mountain passes, sits on a mountain peak three thousand meters in altitude, surrounded by wooded slopes, plunging river ravines, and rocky cliffs. Its estate extends into three valleys … Continue reading →

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Panning Gold From Life

Posted on February 6, 2014 by Gene Stewart

As a reader, I have known that good writing is really all that matters. Even when I was a kid. As a writer, I know that market category forces us into a Procrustean deal with the devil. Warping our work … Continue reading →

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Nightmare Color’s Origin

Posted on January 12, 2014 by Gene Stewart

As a child I had a recurring nightmare. I’d find myself crouched in a ditch or trench in eerie teal darkness.  It was always hellishly hot.  Silence held me in suspense for reasons I could not fathom but it felt … Continue reading →

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Cthonic Plea Sans Divinity’s Grace

Posted on January 2, 2014 by Gene Stewart

Spectral stone, striations gradient of shadowed truth Split flat, fashioned into stained stone majesty, Our window into frozen hearts bequeaths us colors Buried under unseen time, uncovered, happy accident, In violent strikes against a stock-still earthen mound; In artifacts lie … Continue reading →

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Whispers From the Alcove

Posted on January 2, 2014 by Gene Stewart

It’s funny, what one is worth, isn’t it? You know the phrase “Out of sight, out of mind” but you never know how painful it can be. A masterless samurai is a ronin. What is a knight errant with no … Continue reading →

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Stray Captions, Remarks, and Comments

Posted on December 28, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Go into a store and be ignored by bored sales staff. Be brushed off by indifferent managers. OR: Go in, find THEM, TELL them what you want from them, INSIST they deal with it right now, and KEEP AT THEM … Continue reading →

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Hephaestus In Despond

Posted on December 27, 2013 by Gene Stewart

When nothing is left But blunt reality We see We stand on rocks Slick with slime In a tidal pool Warmed by a Bloated sun, the air A dance of humidity, Our sky electric with Lightning, dark with smoke From … Continue reading →

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