|My most recent painting|
Scavengers HarvestIn the darkness they scuttle about.Scavengers Harvest by BillBlogins
Claws clacking on blacktop echoes in the alleys.
The night is their feeding time and they harvest quickly, trying to beat the sun. Their skin, as dark and dry as soot, was a boon in the murk of shadows and a weakness in the yellow cast of the morning star.
They rummage where they have rummaged a hundred times before and find nothing.
Their pack has grown in number too quickly and they eat with an endless hunger...
They have eaten everything that can be eaten here.
The people, the animals, the garbage. This place offers nothing for them any longer.
A graveyard of giant concrete husks, barren reminders of the city that was.
With only instinctual guidance, they move on.
Redeemer[I wrote this back in 2003/04, and I am so tempted to fix it up before I post it here but I won't, let it be a time capsule kind of thing. Hopefully you'll forgive all the things I'm giving myself a hard time about. If you see them, I guess.]Redeemer by BillBlogins
By Bill Sweeney
Necessity and impossibility collide and suddenly…
I am energy with sentience.
I am pure thought, floating softly in the depths of the vast vacuum, freshly ejected from the bowels of a black hole.
Rapidly, knowledge and understanding fill me. Almost immediately, my intelligence is unlimited and my insight or…awareness is exact. I understand now that I must pull atoms and molecules and dust particles to me. Into myself. I slowly absorb all elements, carbon and hydrogen, nitrogen and helium among them. Filling my emptiness… they begin to make me whole.
It is time consuming, this tedious agglomeration