"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Well Happiness Doesn’t Have to Be a Heavy Lift It only takes a few minutes to boost your mood. By Jancee Dunn June 27, 2025      Matt Chase --- Boost Art highlights what is imaginary reality rubs up against what is to expose what is not or what could be how a coal mine may have a canary in terms of utility and function given the conditions for work, quick quiz how carbon monoxide can kill, to see life taken away by odorless gas invisible is the air, conjunction gift to humanity, a sentinel helps breathe in the air, double oxygen to visualize what is improbable sitting on a fingertip, say amen witness a miracle, let us say Mass hats off to Hollywood, hooray, to see an association, a work of art to objectify happiness, explain in journalism, facts that cannot be still, art is art, separate, understood imagination leaps to be a part made one to believe, to enjoy, the pain as disappointment makes reality given the culture of the neighborhood inside-out,...

Emotional and reactive triggers magnify and catastrophize problems overwhelmed by time constraints, these complaints trigger past experiences, drama indicative of strategies to cope or defense mechanisms serve as shims necessary but temporary feints attacks that pretend to achieve a goal left unattended, struggle without hope arguments arise without a reason needless but urgent within a felt-sense difficulties pile up in each season reach for a hammer to make a difference emotions aggrandize the smallest mole aggressive behavior puts up a fence causing distance within relationships troubles increase from neglect, a blind eye indicates thought processes become intense vision obscured by lack of energy endless battles to deal with tiny blips transform the environment, clear the sky realize space creates an atmosphere intentional harm, distress, the clergy given no skills, incoherent demands guide in service, the apparently lost empty to overflowing with four hand...

As a child, a pin cushion, a skewed view simply irregular, quirky, a boy yes, bizarre, weird-looking, crooked, bent out of shape, objectively straight, you drew under the table, as children, a line kill me, little older brother, a toy nothing more, nothing less, without a doubt order and restructure the universe witness to my horror, I lack a spine Terence xxxxxxxx xxxxxxx, born entitled and privileged, right from the start regrets are zero for a Leo, scorn equality, lions kill without art needless to say, sue the corpse in the hearse coffin baby, a giant pin cushion equity, diversity, inclusion turbulent politics, peculiar, odd haunts my memories, a tortured childhood insolent brat, first-born, learns to do harm serves to channel a latch-key kid, a nod includes a Rolex watch, a parting gift shrug my shoulders, move on, unloved, dead wood sue me for defamy, set the alarm trial lawyers settle out of court, libel under the law creates a family rift personally off...

καὶ γνώσεσθε τὴν ἀλήθειαν, καὶ ἡ ἀλήθεια ἐλευθερώσει ὑμᾶς. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate Arbeit macht frei For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives Running changes everything

In 1972, I was three no more than a toddler saying goodbye next door, in Middlesex, the girl witnessed in a moment, the sadism to come not for her but for me, as my brother emerged then from my lack of consciousness trauma, as a cruel joke, as lack of care each day, I try to forget my childhood each day, I fail to create the context nothing more than perspective set upright sadism in childhood by a bully even members of my family worth less vengeance-wise than wisdom of me demands every memory set aside, brackets needed to serve phenomenology to bracket experience to study yesterday, I woke up as an old man trouble with getting older is time stops working to make the body healthier orbit the sun, people circle trauma I will never be the man I could have were I not mistreated as a small boy a decade of neglect warps the fabric set as a tapestry within space-time trust me, I cannot trust a soul, no one how I make concessions to the spirit revealed as a teenager ...

Teufel feeds off the imaginary honesty of so-called entrepreneurs escargot of principles and virtues Insolent boors spout rubbish, how scary majestic unicorns gore businessmen artichoke hearts marinated in fears gestures of a drowning man in the news insufficient information to tell needless copy for print, his acumen arguably profound as demonic righteous ignorance of the truth, unseen yes, the chairman sits at the right hand, click Empty promises of excitement, been needlessly duped by an old witches' spell tell me, Teufel has a chance to succeed remember the pipe dreams of dead children empty promises build a stone fortress pick up on honest lies, thoughts make me bleed remember my brother killed me, a child enormous as a skein of clouds, again needless torture, my cousin takes part, guess each character in the play, thoughts too wild until the man in the tin box, ashes remembers to confess dot-dot-dashes

I was born, sworn to secrecy at birth welcome to the hidden, behind closed doors ask me not to explain, I'm not allowed sworn to secrecy, see, for what it's worth birth is a privilege, entitled to breathe or cry, after I exit the warm shores restless in the womb, how I feel the crowd nudge me, now and again, claustrophobic silence, I need peace and quiet to grieve weave a tapestry of empty bell tones old enough to drink and smoke, no one knows rest and sleep is all I need, no cell phones nervous to ask for help, nobody shows the way to nirvāṇa, no one knows dick of course, I've been here before, many times seriously, deathly serious stuff each to their own, destiny is all mine cryptic messages, lick salt, suck on limes religion is my tequila, or wait each phrase baffles my mind, I've had enough come back, they say, come back for more, I'm fine yet, for some reason, I come back for more as gluttons for punishment take the bait trust me, I am d...

Hi, if you have found this note, you have won instant karma/sudden enlightenment if you were looking for the bag of gold found by someone else in this hidden drawer you may find that you are disappointed of course, if I say, "Welcome to the club!" unless you want sudden enlightenment having it may be the greatest burden as you are constantly aware of why visions of loveliness are not for you each day you will enjoy not having fun fun is for the others who do not know of course, they are blissfully ignorant unaware actions have consequences not that they cannot see cause and effect despite their greatest efforts, they won't know that wisdom is the gold you did not find how disappointing is instant karma in this moment, as you read, understand silence is your greatest tool to work with nothing is more profound than this wisdom of course, it is not what you, as a thief took as worthy booty instead of gold existence is suffering in this world yet, you ...

Oftentimes, a fictional character follows me into the alley to piss the sound of someone else urinating enchants the mundane fact, as an actor necessarily, in this world, alone testing the bounds of sense, as if to miss intellectual discussions in spring marching cheerfully towards summertime each day sunlight lasting longer, a bone some dog gets to chew on until winter aspects of loneliness and solitude forgotten by my family, a splinter in their eye, such discomfort shakes the rude creature that appears like a wolf, sublime tragedy, this life of sorrow, others in their oblivion enjoy the fun oblivious to the fact that they lost nearly everything to canine mothers aspects of this life seem at best the worst like hell is not a metaphor written creatively to scare kids at their most happy moments to witness depth in height as if to fall demonically, the cursed reality they face lasts a moment as time sweeps the pendulum back and forth causing flux in each swing,...

Sorry but, have you seen my friend the fox of course, they're too busy being foxy remember they're cunning and sly, so smart remember, they may be inside a box yesterday, they disappeared down a hole beg pardon if you find me too cocky under the circumstances, read my art to uncover a murder. I am dead haunted by the shadow of a taupe mole ask me not where I am but if you speak venture to say a word, open your mouth even if I could say something, my beak yellow as the egg yolk sun, I've gone south orange as a sailor's delight, skies red under the dying of the light, sunset so how did I die, if you find my friend eternal mate, best dinner date ever everyone knows Foxy came to visit never far, always mates, kidding around maybe I knew, as a means to an end yet, I could not foresee my death, never forget the fact that I am a bird brain realize, for attention, I crow, crowned inveterate screecher, what did I know even the farmer wanted me deceased n...

I should have known better, right from the start should have seen the red flags as warning signs how different my choices would have been, life of course, without any guidance, lacks art understanding the telltale signs, a gift like any other talent, heeds guidelines defense mechanisms rebel in strife hold a candle for light against the dark arguments arise out of fear, a rift very deep, separates sense from nonsense each day, I look back in wonder at how kindness saves from misguided ways, dense natural forests, full of wolves, shallow obviously difficult, people spark wonder in their actions, choose to abuse nice and gentle children, warp their soft minds blisters form scars as memories, these wounds enabled by alcoholics, a ruse the modus operandi of the blind together with their mates, as pepper grinds each broken shard assembles into hounds retrievers take back what was once stolen reason, sharp as a kitchen knife, I find invests me with power to help others...

δίχρως ὄρχις A: Why do you feel the need to make amends? B: I fear that I may never clear the cache. A: Triggers profoundly sway our decisions. B: I am accountable for my actions. A: To face consequences for our choices... B: Am I at fault if she took her own life? A: ...is the root of karma and suffering. B: But she chose to commit suicide, no? A: The details are part of the narrative. B: I knocked on her front door. Alive or dead. A: Probably the latter. You were too late. B: Schrödinger's Cat! A thought experiment. A: Grief and guilt intertwine like DNA. B: All my sorrow is bound in that moment. A: The double helix of lost memories. B: No one to share past experiences. A: Inside jokes build a rapport with others. B: Moments lost as time slips away and death... A: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, how strange. B: ...and death removes the opportunity... A: Shyness blocks the path to proximity. B: ...to make friends and have fun. Now what's the point. A...

Panda Car Doughnut Run ~ Man, You Gotta Go! A: Do as I say, buddy, not as I do. B: That's interesting, as a tall order. A: If I'm the meanest person that you meet... B: I hear a meow and stop to listen. A: Innocence is an act of politics. B: My imaginary dog has flea bites. A: Dada dies with the rocking-horse winner. B: My dad died twelve years ago. Rest in peace. A: The world is everything that is the case. B: I don't believe I was made for this world. A: For humanity, this world was not made. B: To live in a castle, or in a cave. A: And, the social contract, Neanderthal? B: Hermits create metaphors of the real. A: Better to drink beer and shoot the breeze, no? B: In a garage, in the heat of July? A: Better than this unproductive bullshit. B: Watching after kids while they're in high school? A: Mediocrity, a good life for most. B: A wife, two kids, and friends who come over? A: Why buck the status quo, buddy? Who wins? B: Beloved President Blunt a...

L’Etranger de Charles Baudelaire A: Arguments and complaints, Buddy, your dime. B: For wisdom, that's why I search, professor. A: Experience contemplates vanity. B: You befuddle me, as you clearly know. A: Dick in hand in the Women's Locker Room. B: Why put me down? Am I so ignorant? A: ...a Distant Prospect of Eton College. B: I see. You love no one. Should I leave, then? A: Drink your tea, it's getting cold. I love... B: ...no one. You live in solitude with books. A: ... les nuages… les nuages qui passent… là-bas… B: Is that French? I'm sorry, I don't speak French. A : … là-bas… là-bas… les merveilleux nuages ! B: You just like to hear yourself speak, don't you? A: « Les gens sont des cons. » I quote the masters. B: But you treat me like a child at daycare. A: If the shoe fits, buddy, what can I do? B: Professor, I am a human being! A: Actually, buddy, we're all animals. B: I'm not an animal! I am... a man! A: No need to bark as ...

Numbers 22:28 A: Ephemeral speck of dust, still here, then? B: How do I make amends to those I harmed? A: The 12 Steps for Adult-children appears... B: ...pointless? Mandatory? Like a mountain? A: Don't interrupt the donkey as it brays. B: So then, I disavow any mistakes? A: Did you go to prison? Whom did you hurt? B: Girls in grade school, junior high and high school. A: So you want to live, and die, without remorse? B: Maybe I appear as a narcissist? A: Our beloved President would agree. B: What is that supposed to mean, professor? A: Language reflects the mind of the speaker. B: But President Blunt is nowhere near here. A: And bad faith is not your best quality. B: I'm sorry but I'm lost. What do you mean? A: Will rehashing the past help these women? B: I thought sincerity and truth were key? A: Yes but to whom, my solipsistic friend. B: Butter on toast. All things at the right time. A: Apologies in the moment intend... B: ...good intentions, the pat...

"Mad, Mad Judy" A: Guilt by association. Poor Ginger. B: You may be right. You may be right. So wrong. A: Yes, welcome to Memphis in the '90s. B: The Mall of Murder. The Ice Storm. Ginger... A: And Beth...how you forget so easily. B: So adorable, both of them, back then. A: As you were much too shy to make a move. B: Yes, I am still an idiot. Stupid. A: Be hard on yourself. It won't change the past. B: Thank you, professor. You are my favorite. A: I don't need any sad sack sycophants. B: Buck up or get out? You understand now? A: I understand. I've got all the answers. B: Can you tell me about your own mistakes? A: As if! You must imagine I'm like you. B: Is solipsism not the norm, Devil? A: For you and your kind, blind to forgiveness. B: You're breaking my heart. None to save my soul? A: Place a nickel in my palm. That is real. B: Beliefs, concepts, norms, and values are real. A: Now, who would like to have an argument? B: Bolshev...

"Good Morning!" A: And what, may I ask, is good about it? B: An argument? How much do I owe you? A: Blessings! Your soul is but chump change for me. B: Then what? Cash money? You must be kidding? A: Dinner, drinks, a quick shag in the back room. B: I'm not an analyst. I had you pegged... A: Pegging went out with Princess Margaret. Cash? B: My bad. For God's sake! A pound of flesh? Bet. A: Roulette. Let the wheel spin and the ball fall... B: Icarus in that feather get-up? Trash! A: Trailers in the back. Methadone clinic... B: Heroin addicts thumbing for a ride. A: No place like home. No matter what they say. B: They say you can never go back in time. A: Stop on a dime. I was born for better. B: Or worse. Like my ex-wife. Starter marriage. A: Absinthe dreams, sugarcube. Melt in the rain. B: Or in the sweltering heat of summer., A: It’s not the heat but the humidity. B: Humility on the cross. Nine-inch nails. A: Danced with Beth and Ginger. 616 Club....

Ashes and dust discern truth from falsehood shallow graves dug by serial killers honey dripping from high up overhead elm trees, the bees buzzing, the silent wood shelf after shelf, row after row, of books answers to questions, the empty fillers nothing but riddles to resolve, rye bread dark, dense black bread bakes away the worst dreams distant lands, ancestors with fishing hooks undermine certainty, ideas of home severed from family by love and work transfer these emotions under the dome difficult to sleep, dreams come with a jerk imagine time connected, all these dreams sentence after sentence, meaning to find captured in phrases, in unspoken words elegant as halls of mirrors, reflect reflect, reflect the light that bends to bind noble born kings and queens, choices connect travelers' tales from time to time, the birds reminisce over songs, builders erect underpass after underpass, sleepers troubled by the roughest dreams disconnect honesty from honest lie...

Arthur was a rich, twisted fuck, for sure recently, he married his twin sister the fact that Joy really likes sex was good happily, for them both, there is no cure understanding his lifestyle, his choices recently, she wrote the word sinister Victory in a bottle, set in wood ask her if she loves him, she says, pshaw nobody knows their mother heard voices Rich and famous scandal, The New York Times entered arbitration for a libel notably concerning their wedding, crimes set in stone against society, sell serious op-ed pieces by the shah editorials regarding the rich liquid assets lifestyle, inheritance attracts in wealthy children, their values entertain working class readers, the switch recently, for nephews of Dolton Pope kings and queens of the party scene who dance naked in public places, in red shoes ordinarily get arrested, seems wicked amounts of baksheesh offers hope sick fuck nepo babies need for the win cough-cough, Sweet Leaf, Colombian coca offers ...

Obviously, our band threw in the towel until I left, I did not understand rock music was my lifelong dream, success Bittersweet, tastes like dark chocolate, not foul as milk of magnesia, I remember no guidance or supervision, our band decided to move on, college, I guess Cancels uncertain mediocrity orbits the elliptical of amber unsweetened suffering, honey sorrow lifts the veil, too little, too late, this drive discipline, diligence, none can borrow Blessed wisdom, experience to thrive experiments with drugs, such a pity Yes, Project MKUltra , still active obscene affinity for LSD underrated by high school students lost reeling from lack of guidance, reactive Listless, ego-driven, teenage desire intelligent but ungrounded, the sea file under Pacific but at what cost everlasting consequences, to cast Organizations aflame, yell, fire, fire remember the child abused and misused Enter nirvāṇa , passing beyond death left alone in shikantaza , accused suffering la...

Overheard in Passing, Words on the Page Odd how I imagine inspiration visions and dreams create types of blindness exhibits in the art of deception relics from bygone eras, inflation how egos feel the need for oppression every man, paragons of mindlessness archetypes of their karmic inception rewards come with consequences, finance decisive actions, a strong impression impress into servitude, makes their mark no stamp branded or sealed but by design potential inequality, a spark ancient as genius, a demon malign simply malignant, evil spirits dance so important, our books, they must kill trees insights before the universe, before nothingness, ex nihilo nihil fit generate the initial spark, the breeze whistles language into mirrors of time ontological principles abhor reason for arguments' sake, suck a tit drink milk, desire arrives at infancy suck a crawfish head, blow a judge, no crime observe the law roll his eyes, feeling fine not quite ready to bang his...

I am in no way, shape, or form a lamb a lion, a wolf, or a hawk, a snake maybe but I agree with just one claw in the air, raised high to the sky, a clam not so fast, my life might not last so long not so long as others, just a half-baked old world hare-brained pipe dream to break the law work until I die, no retirement scheme ask for help, assistance, play a sad song yet, what do I care, already I feel so tired, this life, so absurd, I try how I try to make sense, nothing is real arbitrary, intangible, I cry pitiful tears in pain, explain the dream explain mythology, explain science objects to structure the chaos in mind restructure history, present the lies facets on a diamond, adjust the fence old tariffs raised, raise prices, raise the bar raze past events, the truth as lies, I find maybe buried in a shallow grave, spies ancient forms of oppression, I present language as a tool to describe the scar ask me not to perform a miracle millions will seek a cure, a ...