In Silent Passage - Text and Visual Art by Chris DeRobertis (Dero)

// Sunday, June 20, 2010

Epiphany

Through the eyes and the ooze of an apparition.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Friday, June 11, 2010

Today's Tendril...

There are no secrets to success.

Anyone that claims to have them is trying to take advantage of you—for money, for power, or for sport.

Alternate Version

There are no secrets to success. Success comes from patience, persistence, and perseverance.

// Thursday, June 10, 2010

Skaitella

Sky whales and cloud logs vying for visual dominance in a vast sea of Rayleigh blue.

// Monday, June 07, 2010

Today's Tendril...

In battle, there is no such thing as "blind fury."

There is only fury or restraint.

Anything else is a lie, an illusion, an omission, or subversion.

// Saturday, June 05, 2010

      If only the wind and the sky would cede their powers to me, thought the red ant, fantasizing atop the highest tree in the city, then I'd rule the world—with fists of iron.

      As the ant slipped deeper and deeper into a trance of megalomania, a sparrow dropped out of the sun and ate the ambitious ant.

      The End

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

Today's Tendril...

Impatience, as much as defiance, is the mother of independence.

Dedicated to, and inspired by, Monk.

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// Thursday, June 03, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Sky-blue is most vivid when seen through the eyes of creativity.

// Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Simple Words

     "Once upon a time," that's how it all began. Those four simple words, first spoken to me as a child, made new worlds magically available—wholly real—and sparked a deep passion for stories.

    And what is a story, after all, but an escape hatch to a greener pasture, even when that pasture is visited at midnight (alone), beneath a Hunter's Moon, as the tendrils of a rolling blue fog coil their way into a starless sky, while a wolf bays from somewhere nearby, and a weathered scarecrow emerges from the fog, impassive and silent, and beckons you to come closer, with his unusually long straw hand.

    And you do...

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Sunday, May 09, 2010

Mindstorm 2 (Tendrils)

On the third rock from the Sun, beneath rich starlight black, a child sails the celestial seas of his mind, and never comes back...

Dedicated to my wife, because she liked an early version.

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// Monday, May 03, 2010

Universal Norm

If you look carefully, you can see an "Aladdin's Lamp" in the image and the open maw of a yellow polar bear. And a fish.

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// Friday, April 30, 2010

End-times (The Hour Draws Nigh)

// Saturday, April 24, 2010

Filling the Cracks

About

A moment of melancholy, magnified, enhanced, and exaggerated, then dispatched with pen and paper, and ultimately transformed into something positive.

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// Friday, April 16, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Thrinking and thraking, and binking and barking...pretty much how my day went. (It was a confusing day.)

// Sunday, April 04, 2010

Easter 2010 - The Cracks are Showing

About

"The cracks are showing" works on many levels and is a reflection on the here, the now, the way back then, and the all too soon.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Saturday, March 27, 2010

Truth

Truth isn't always pretty.

Today's Tendril...

Content and context can be the difference between:
      a smile and a frown;
         epiphany and confusion;
            life and death...

// Monday, March 22, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Integrity speaks for itself (proudly).

Greed lies—and vies—for itself (surreptitiously).

// Saturday, March 20, 2010

Amorphous Bioluminescence

What's glowy and blue and swims fast at you?
An amorphous thing. An amorphous thing!
What changes its form and isn't the norm?
An amorphous thing. An amorphous thing!

Today's Tendril...

I have no qualms fighting for "lost causes" that I believe in.

It's chasing after the ghost causes that I find bedeviling.

// Monday, March 15, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Life can be a series of beginnings, endings, and blurry in-betweens.

// Saturday, March 13, 2010

Chance Encounter

Two old ghosts, who hadn't seen each other in many years, happened upon one another in the hallowed halls of the New York Public Library (late one evening in January).

	FRED	Hey, George, it's good to see you!
	GEORGE	You, too, Fred! Been a while. You're looking well.
	FRED	Thanks. So do you.
	GEORGE	So, tell me, what do you miss the most about the living world?
	FRED	[thoughtfully] Holding a book in my hands and turning its pages. I really miss that. A good book always felt great to have and to hold.
	GEORGE	[nodding] Yeah. I know what you mean.
	FRED	What about you? What do you miss the most?
	GEORGE	[without hesitation] Writing. The physical act of writing. I really miss the feel of pen on paper. And then holding the page—the written word—in my hands.
	FRED	Definitely. There was a special magic to gliding your thoughts across a page.
	GEORGE	[sullen] Yeah.
	FRED	[sighs] Yeah.

For a few, long, silent moments, the old ghosts drifted into the solitary memories of their lives.

	FRED	Well, I have to go, George. Good seeing you again.
	GEORGE	It was good seeing you, too, Fred. Take care of yourself.
	FRED	Thanks. You, too.

Another Cerebral Haunting

So tired of the "wait!"
So drained by the debate.

Sticky's the web of choice.
A thousand thoughts; no voice.

The blank page is daunting.
This, my cerebral haunting.

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// Friday, March 12, 2010

Said the Devil...

Oh little specklings,
     so fraught with indecision,
     so very frail,
     so deluded in your exalted place in time and space,
you're unable to hoist
even a single
heavenly
sail.

Oh little ashlings,
     rising from the embers of The Divine,
blown by the winds that you cannot tame;
     so rife with pain,
your joy is to pine.
          And whine.

Oh little dustlings,
     so consumed by trivial things,
     so amused by the simplest things,
          and wistfully wrapped in daily drama,
     so tortured by the here and now,
     forever else,
          and forever more.

Oh little meatlings,
     blissfully ignorant of what you are—
          in-sig-nificant,
          a lightless star—
you're nothing else,
     and nothing more.

Still. . .I want you,
     Evermore.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

To weave and to be woven, is the dream that is unfrozen.

// Monday, March 08, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Art folders.
    Art fodder.
Idea boulders.
    Idea prodder.

Pen the moment,
    revise it thrice.
A choice to make:
    fire or ice?

// Saturday, March 06, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes you have to recognize the hammer in the message.

// Friday, March 05, 2010

Staring at the Ceiling

Staring at the ceiling in the dark is a lot like staring at the sun at noon.

At least that's what I whisper to the monsters under my bed, right before I throw a light on them and laugh in their faces.

And it scares the dickens out of them.

I love messing with them like that.

Good times.

Good times.

About

Today's Tendril...

The trouble with creature comforts is that they can turn into little monsters.

// Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Progress and futility all in one: Boiling the ocean one bucket at a time.

Today's Tendril...

Life is a board the length of you.

Nail it, plane it, and saw it with care.