August242014
I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 202: Ephemeral Relativity (digital art)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 202: Ephemeral Relativity (digital art)

9PM
I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 201: Socratic Curds (digital art)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 201: Socratic Curds (digital art)

9PM

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 200: Theme from Compiled Reality (poem)

Theme from Compiled Reality

She wisely wrote and described her appearance,
and what she had written was afterwards
rendered to her fellow in Knoll Park,
a dense thicket of grass; but where they put
the letter, nothing grew. Here they made noise
to awaken naked stones. Then came to the fair
maiden the obscure lines of her last father,
who came poor to the land but had been a prince
in times past, and had sipped chilled roc soup
from gold bowls. Then she asked them to allow her
to bear a shadow of a letter before him.
She went, well stocked with him, to the palace,
where beneath the old beehive he wrote
to the maiden as to her who was to be absent,
as she was. The calendar said it was June,
but thermometers argued for August.

— Carl Bettis

9PM

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 199: Study in Light (poem)

Study in Light

The witches of painting start anywhere.
The rings under your eyes
hum like church bells
and dress like an illness,
like a sick ward, like
a hospice.
Photograph your bedsheets
as they flap into the sea.
The sun dumps runnels of sight
through your windows. Furniture
floats on rising vision, someday you’ll show
your grandkids the high witness line.
Young photons plant their heels
on your face. Their nails are long.
They’ve made their first mark.

— Carl Bettis

9PM

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 198: Prospect of a Distant Still Life (poem)

Prospect of a Distant Still Life

She was named after a thermostat.
We filled her self-esteem over the years.
People somewhere lived in it.
She would circle it clockwise.
No one fills a dry well, she knew,
but fire has no shame and reads no signs.
Nevertheless, our dinner disappeared.
The future was out there in the dark, stalking us.
It smelled like the name she gave the cops.
Our civilization died for fear of air.

— Carl Bettis

9PM
I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 197: Ubu Roi #3 (digital art)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 197: Ubu Roi #3 (digital art)

9PM

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 196: Philosopher’s Toolbox

Philosopher’s Toolbox

Possibility protractor
Causality hinge
Temporal calipers*
Perception filters
Phenomenon crimper
Noumenon extractor
Dialectic wrench
Analytic convertor
Spirit level
Axiom stain
Value brush (broad)
Contingency scale
Hedonic ratchet
Syllogism drivers
Fallacy pump
If torque
Then selector
Universal clamp
General glue
Conclusion spreader

* In lay terms, a stopwatch

— Carl Bettis


9PM

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 195: Oh Inquisitive Friend (poem)

A lovecraftian poem

Oh Inquisitive Friend

Through what dreams of what
drowned god do we swim?
Don’t ask, don’t break
the surface. Gobble up
the joys that dart around us,
sway to the music
that twines from below.
But don’t follow it
beyond all light
to the lowest ooze.
That wrinkled sea floor,
that eyelid — if it opens,
you will be seen. Worse,
will see. If he wakes,
we wake. Remember
your brother. Recall
the taste of his flesh.
We will save the dream.

— Carl Bettis

9PM

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 194: Live with it (poem)

Live With It

I fear needles, heights,
the sound of my heart. I fear
someone will see me.

— Carl Bettis

August162014
I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 193: Busted (digital art, manipulated photograph)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 193: Busted (digital art, manipulated photograph)

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