Sean Thor Conroe

The Virginia Series: A House in Virginia and Glenn Youngkin

 

Virginia, USA

It is true,

What I said about Virginia.

I love Virginia.

After I Will I Can by the Karlssons

IKYRRGSF

 

 

I know it again, I know it's from the architect from six weeks in

 

 

Summer machines, like cars, go back to places like places with Italian benches

I’m so glad that we decided to go back the way we came, for if we did not, we might have missed the Italian benches 

Oh, the hot cars

Oh, the Italian benches 

 

Poo-keep-sey

Poo-kip-sea

It was disgusting

You asked to play the piano 

Analysis of Painting which, through analysis, reveals itself to be concerned mainly with Ghosts

This painting exists at Brisas Del Mar Spanish Restaurant at Rockaway beach in Queens, NY:

 I am struck by the depiction of the roadways. A confusing scale, and its lines are more suggestions than depictions of familiar symbols. These roads are unimportant, and can be streaked and lazy, as long as they communicate their being. A horse is a horse, with small legs. One driver asleep or inanimate, the other a ghost. And even more ghostly, the greenish glow, or being, separating upper and lower, or Heaven and Earth. In Heaven there is tower, radiant and illogical, like all heavenly things. Atop rests the figure of a man, but a man devoid of feature and agency, purely symbolic, like the industrial world created beneath him, because of him. He did not mean to do this, and he does not know that it's ugly. But the trees! The trees are not ugly, though formulaic and calculated. Fundamentally opposed, however, to the man-made roads in their kind of calculation. Nature's calculation breeds beauty, while man's calculation breeds only embarrassment; the silliness of resting, naked and featureless, on a glorious pillar. The pillar is glorious because it is framed to be, but the framer's perspective reveals itself to be just as fallible and cringe as the golden tower and the man upon it. 

Most mysteriously, rests our subtle, true focal point: the red and white swath. A child's dress, a suggestion of a plastic bed of roses, this can only be created by God, beyond Heaven, helping us along by confronting us with that which we do not and cannot understand. In the face of this false picture of industrial certainty and illusory heavenly bliss, He saves us. After the initial humiliation, there remains only faith, which blows through the curtains of our tower, like a Ghost. 

 

 

Christmas Painting

The Hudson River

BUS POEM

I am going to Indiana

Have you ever been to Indiana?

Indiana is a country

All you can see is trees

Influences

 

sketches for a cartoon about how it would be a lot more difficult to drive if vehicles were sliced into pieces, vertically, with passages of space between sections of vehicle, because when you are stopped, people may take advantage of the passages in order to cross the street, and it would be hard to be certain that all passages are clear before beginning to move, again.

Comic

Piano Score

 

Song For Ed, Who Lives In My Old Room*

 

I wrote a poem about Texas and it began, "The stars in my eyes look like Texas..."

7 White Russians,

I dreamt that my friend, Karla, crafted an elaborate and beautiful installation. It was a circular shrine, decorated with with drawings, candles, and other ornaments. At the head was a black, wooden throne. The presentation included a compelling performance of poetry, theater, and dance. Selfishly, the performance slowly drew me into a deep depression, as I came to realize that I would never possess an artistic vision as strong and as thorough as Karla's.

April 15, 100 Sutton Street

I found this on the sidewalk yesterday

The beginnings of proof that there are more chairs in this world than there are people

 

 

                                                   

comics

    

Terry and I on the orange line

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POEMS FOR HORSES

It is cold in the house

It is warm in the sun

and I eat dinner once a day

I feel so sad and it is okay that the animal runs faster than I've ever thought to run

Happiness is like a magic toolbox, or a regular toolbox: filled with the same, special thing, which comes in many different sizes

I miss you so much that I've been thinking, lately, that I might have to go away for a while.

Just for a bit, to sort some things out.

Sometimes there are so many mountains. I cannot begin to understand

While I was at the public library, printing out my business cards, you were also at the public library, printing out your wedding vows

                           

I dreamt of rooms in a house leading to different dimensions. One was made of white cushions, and though it appeared to be large, the ceilings were physically low, such that traversing the room required crawling on my stomach. Soon, I had no body at all, and existed within a field of lines and nodes, still white. I cannot describe this dimension. My days of toying with the rooms led to greater and greater danger, and eventually the summoning of otherwordly beings, both manlike and horselike. I realized I would no longer be able to show my friend these dimensions without too great a risk. At times, we must sacrifice a chance to be understood and validated for the wellness of those that we love.

 

Today Is The Neighborhood

not dead yet

they say going cold turkey leads to relapses. so it's best that i go slowly. v slowly.

remember the first time we had dinner? i thought you smelled like a garden. so whatever perfume you used, it worked. because here we are six years later and i remember it all too well.

i miss you real bad, Love. and i love you v much.

Kate at boygenius (Fenway)

You are an only child and a Pisces. I am a Virgo. What about my brother?

Wish we had found each other again. 

Cheers.

Out beyond ideas of right and wrong

there is a field. I'll meet you there.

(Rumi)

me- mid-30s, male.

you?

Breakfast Horses; I Love Animals

 

              

Not Even One Moment Can

 

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A Meditation On Tense OR Beyond the possibility of bringing dead child, or the question of dead child, to mind, the possibility of suggesting the child's reaching a peak of which he's since descended. Of course, ignoring the possibility of the sticker's being intended only for month-long display.

The neighborhood in September

T. ANTHONY COMM. AVE./Babcock (Allston/Brookline)

 I would see You in there with Your friends.

You would smile and turn away.

We seemed to have a Rapport.

You were the Guy Who wore an athletic jacket and sweat pants and I was the Guy wearing Jeans and a Maroon sweatshirt.

Maybe You need an older friend Who understands You?

Let Me know,

I'm easy to get along with

Midnight conversation on Blueline (East Boston)

It was a chance meeting on Blue line. I was coming back from the airport headed to Wonderland to pick up my car. You were going to meet your friends after a long day at work. You told me about the train timings, shared some banter about your previous jobs, we had started talking about Spain when suddenly your stop came at Beachmont. Would love to continue that wonderful conversation...

One in a billion shot that you would read this, but if you do, please write back telling me about the place that you said you got fired from :)

Everything hurts (Back bay)

Everything hurts. You used to come take care of me and make me feel better. We are both males. Come back to me.

subway crush in passing (downtown/airport)

we boarded a late-morning outbound blue line at bowdoin and sat facing each other (you in marigold sundress & tevas, i in grey-green top, blue pants); i transferred to an airport shuttle and sat at my gate wondering where i'd be if i'd gotten off at your stop instead

Leaving with your dogs (Sheepfold)

Long shot, as I don't believe anyone reads these.

Yesterday Monday afternoon around 3:00 pm you were leaving the sheepfold. you parked right next to the entrance driving a rental car. My dog walk up and greeted you rather boldly

you were so nice, have a very pretty smile and sexy eyes

HMU if you want to meet and walk the trails, see if we can find a spot high enough to see Boston

I dreamt of a large, exclusive town within a larger, normal town. It was conceptually, but not physically, gated. The town-inside-the-town was home to ghost horses. Driving through was scary, as I had never seen a ghost horse before, and one was charging towards my car. It was much larger than a living horse. It was not translucent, but it was in greyscale, and in this way, appeared otherworldly. In this same town-inside-the-town, there was also a man, walking through the town green, holding a comically large knife.

He travels until there is no more light and he walks towards the sign and you can only see it from the side and he looks in the window and that is where its coming from and he says the words out loud and then i cant remember what they are

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American Treasure

 

                      

           

     

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the dance

fish follow goose

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