Anti-Ego

 There are more and more

Appropriate people keeping

Me together and onwards.

DRIFT At Peace Gallery

  

The eight definitions of the word drift, listed in Merriam Websters, almost serendipitously describe Justin Edward Moore’s exhibition ‘Drift’ at At Peace gallery. Three moderately sized epoxy panels assemble flat works from 1991 to 2005. Resembling trilobites encased in prehistoric sap these respective drawings, writings and photographs though joined materially, span disparate media, subject matter and time. A piece of paper affected with the stains of age reads FREE TIMES in all capital letters. Clusters of heavy figures rendered in charcoal recall American Realism of the 1920’s and 30’s. Their meticulously crafted strong and stonelike bodies are as physical and permanent as the adjacent writings are ephemeral and effortless. A calligraphic and biomorphic abstract exercise in the logic of patterns, resembling a block print, rests in compact solitude under a foxing piece of paper, so aged, all that remains legible is its muted mood. An oil pastel drawing Moore made as a child in 1991 pierces through the otherwise tan, black and white palette of the exhibition. It depicts a face grided and split down the middle. This collection, as a work of art, is an open celebration of life that Moore invites us all to. Moore’s real kindness is unmissable, across this vast array of these works, in that his sensitivity is always apparent and even paramount.  

 

 

Uh huh

 Friendly professionals

Level headed yet adventurous

Uh huh

Yet I mean it lapse

Dedication 

2021

        You’ll never 

Ever

BELIEVE 

            How much

We would have charged you for forgivness

Cuddle bite dog

 Who likes a 

Dog that 

Cuddles

Then 

Bites

Who

Think

 How

Can

  You

Comfort

          A 

Burden.

Just Write

many points to connect

A love supreme

Every one a love supreme

A low kick back beat in everyone’s step

A guidance system providing new gods steps

Every one in praise of the reinvention 

Of god

Of trinity

Of old

Of young

A rebuilt god

A god of us 

A good god

So far as we

Are good.

An orb in no one’s hands slowing down its

Otherwise always spinning, done rehearsing.

Done.

It’s done.

We are forever as an electrical union of perspectives as in an aspen forest and will 

Forever splinter and spread until an inverse time equivalent of the atom whereupon a new reversal and contraction of all efforts toward a central static trinity

 

A solid form:

Two one six.

Kindness 

Kindness

Kindness 

Kindness

 

Kindness

Kindness

Deal

 Straight

Monogamous 

White male

 I sort of see everything 

Jesus Blood

 The ability to turn your back to ANYTHING 

In the way of my very self nearing perfection.

Within a Society of Intimidation

 

The perks of a daily drift upward on an 

Embracement of each overlapping now.

Each overlapping disk of now as silica 

Upon the fine earth, weathered earth.

That very nature of mailability, of

Responsive flexibility of the pattern

Of the essence of what makes

Clay clay, which man was 

Made form from in myth.

What has brought me here? You there?

Whom are you and whom am I?

What was the question?

What was the answer?

To be.

To do.

To Be?

To Do.

Flop

Still rambling 

Just in one fixed 

spot now

Time don’t wait for no one

Ain’t nobody can relate.
Shades on my face front
Forward thinking thousand dolla
a day folks all I see from m perch
Fuck perch bout tha halibut bout
Tha dolla amount bout to but heads
With tha worlds best hedge funders
Entry by trail by fire by years by and
By. Only with you. Earth shaking not
Tectonics not electronics not media
Not meant for anyone, not ever for
Earth, I burst at half chance said so
And so be it believe it mustn’t be
So downer drowsy nonsense

Speak clear
Heal feel
Steer curves
Dancing nerves


If you don’t use it you’re gonna lose it

Keto jambalaya Fritters

Gulf Shrimp Fennel Sausage Jambalaya in a Cauliflower Rice rolled in Spiced Toasted Coconut flour and air fried over a seasonal salad with seasonal dressing

Unless

You don’t want whatever you want whenever you want as easy as filling out the most obvious standard form initial questionnaire over only the cosmos rather than irrelevances

My Childhood Turtle Named Turtle

The first pain I know
Was as I ran fast with
Extreme  excitement
Into a sliding door

Exuberant Infantile
Joy to Feed Turtle

Immediately tons
Of aid, attention.


A truth of mine

I slammed into
A few doors
Since, with
The heft and
Momentum
Of a Prime
Man in his

Prime age
Toward a
Prime joy

Physical
Not yet
Mental

SLAM

 Much as

The trajectory
Of my foxhound
For her food as
I unleash her:

Torpedo Science
Could I’m sure
Learn something
From her speed
And flow to the
Full food bowl.


Navigating
My amplified
Excited eating
Excited feeding

Seems simple as
Making sure to
Slide the door
In suave fast
Dancing
Manner



Simple

Yet expansive in all
Now

Momentary Grandeur

Elaborately about to elevate you to sounds not even heard nor said made nor give you any key to the door. That’s why y’all want more, yet I’ve told y’all befor I’ve always had the y’all last to try yet now I know it impossible to not show off whatever society’s left you with, maybe a half decent spring encounter and an odd franchise counter service. I’m about to bust at such travesty of lives elevate elevate elevate relate relax organize segments of longings fulfilled, not yet yet time comes to us in the now now now here there here there now now now know this boastless bout of growth the know none know yet now swim in the now know the moment swim in the moment know the moment you are aren’t you are aren’t you you are the moment

Time Doesn’t End, Numbers Either

there comes a Time Regulation Fails and an Organism
Simple as a Jade Bonsai, may still inspire another and,
Fulfill each others very Purpose to relax that Moment.