July 25, 2009 Leave a comment
Ray Johnson was a thinker, kind of. And he wrote a little something about ‘Moticos*’.
These ‘things’ are taolike, never to be captured but maybe in the most unexpected moments. Maybe they are faeries? Maybe they are trickster gods? Maybe they’re just photographs. Perhaps YOU are the moticos.
Indeed, the next time a rail-road train is seen going its way along the track, maybe say a bismillah. Turn three times–don’t get lost in Faerie–and say hamdulillah. Don’t try to catch up with it, it wants to go its way.
MOTICOS, I choose you!
You will be the object of my desire, my Legion Beloved. I will mix ashes with wine and paste them on my forehead, twirling through the streets singing, “There will be no questions, hence no need for answers!”
[*Another cool site I found before writing the above: The Spare Room, art by Matt Ferranto. I like his lines! And he does ‘word paintings’ better than, well, anyone else I’ve seen?]