Walden at the Walkover 2011

Come enjoy the Artwork, Poetry, Music, and Preferences of The Walden Project and Friends on Friday, February 10th at the Walkover Gallery in Bristol.

Fresh Snow - Sophie Daubner

Alive - Max Kinlund

Nothing will last forever.
Our world,
will dissolve in our minds.
And our perceptions,
will be dissolved by time.
And time,
Will solve itself.

I woke up today.In a haze,
Only to find you,
Awake in my thoughts.
I wanted to leave you
but my mind followed.

I put on different cloths today,
In a haze.
dressing in all I have,
black and grays.
I put on new cloths
but I never changed.

I talked to a friend today,
in a haze.
We talked like we’re strangers.
Asking about our day.
Well it’s good, we’re both doing great.
and that’s all we had to say.

I went to work today.In a haze.
Watched as the clock
counted eternity
On three hands.
I am learned to make due,
counting on my two.

I took a shower today,
in a haze.
Washed away,
The build up of time,
from my eyes.
But there’s always more to kill.

I went to sleep today,
in a haze,
Only to find you,
Awake in my thoughts.
Paying me in kindnesses,
while I cut the cost.

Nothing will last forever.
Our world,
will dissolve in our minds.
And our perceptions,
will be dissolved by time.
And time,
Will solve itself.

Watching the Days Burn Out - Bridgette Bubble

My thoughts are only thoughts,

not very interesting to other people.

So many thoughts,

of mine.

So many people.

So many peoples thoughts.

Very few people listening, watching.

My eyes are watching everything they can,

but they can only see so much...

they only want to see so much,

So much to watch.

Too many people,

watching.

People watching,

they come in floods.

In fancy rain boots

carrying coffee cups.

Watching other people

waiting,

for their next cup of coffee.

Thinking,

wouldn't it be nice to be doing something.

Instead of watching

time go by,

as I forget thoughts

watching the days burn out.

Henry is Proud - Bridgette Bubble

Untitled - Sophie Daubner

Beats-Marcy Langlais

Behind the closed door

I can feel sounds crashing into music

Vibrations sewn into my skin

Stitched to my hips

Hugging my heart

It fades in and out

Pulsing against the beat of my body

My feet are feathers swaying in the

Draft slipping through the seams in the door

The air is steaming sweetly

Dripping from my lips to my tingling fingertips

My brain and body are

Tangled between my tapping toes

I am dressed in dancing limbs and the

Unbreakable smile pressed against my chattering teeth

I am in sync with the grooves of my mind

This unshakable elation is

Sewn into the vibrations of my skin and

Radiating from my eyes