Thursday, January 12, 2006

August 29,2001
J.Crabb 2001
Wandering, stumbling, sometimes running...
Through the cob webs of my mind
Finding little things stuck to the silken thread
I smile softly
In the distant, a flower, a feather, a golden star
Beyond and above glowing day and night
You...smiling softly
(For Dina)

Monday, January 09, 2006


Glass Ants
by
J. Crabb

©2005

"the sky in the bottle was cloudy."
Donna Marie, June 15, 2211

Most people here tie ants to the leaves of their banana trees for luck during the rainy season. No one remembers why this is done. No one in his or her right mind would dare to question it. This is just how it is here.
It was only last year that Ted decided that ants were just too difficult to tie to the leaves of the banana trees. They wiggled, fell apart and some of the larger ants did bite. Ted had many trees. His wife was very clever with her hands. Ted talked her into making the glass ants yet just below the surface of her thoughts was a feeling of dread. So she made many little ants from glass beads and the whiskers of the countless mice caught in Teds' well placed traps. Ted would then let the mice go which lead to many rumors about whiskerless mice invading the dome.
"Ah" thought Ted, his glass ants tied and true for the day, nothing to do but relax. Maybe he could reorganize his zialic collection. This was not to be. On the third night of the second week of ant tying Ted fell down the basement steps...backwards. His wife found him, his neck broken and covered from head to foot with hundreds of zialics and glass ants.
She ran from the house screaming, "The glass ants! The glass ants!" She would never be the same. Some say she took every bead she had ever made and buried them somewhere deep in the forest. The old folks just sat around and shook their heads. They all had many stories of those who had chosen to find a way around the ant tying. The endings all tragic, yet...there must be a way!

Saturday, January 07, 2006


T.A.M.P. #3
© J. Crabb,1975

Artist: J.Crabb
Title: T.A.M.P. #3
Media: etching and aquatint
Image Size: 6" x 5"
Papier:De Arches Cover buff
Size:15" x 11"
Edition: 1/20 - 20/20 A/P:1/1
Misc. Info: 2 plate colour
plates destroyed

Friday, January 06, 2006

The TAMP manuscript is still lost in a maze of cardboard boxes. Still other things are happening and of course in cyberspace one is almost expected to wander in the confines of ones own mind and just let things ooze out...like that word...ooze...even looks interesting...lets try it upper case: OOZE...that is even better!

Well maybe I’ve just had to much free time to stare at clouds or something like that….but the question that keeps popping up in my head was (has) the NSA been rearranged as was the petiagon…when folks disagreed there a handpicked special unit was created to match fact with fantasy…and has since vanished from view. The NSA could be worse…my mind wanders to the last election and the “your either with us or against us”…that would make any oppostion to this administration “a threat to national security”…the dots may be fuzzy but given past excesses of this president and the NSA top secret status on documents and activities…it concerns me.

Monday, January 02, 2006

The Trans-Atlantic Mud Puddle...once it was...then the sun came out...it reappeared as mindless prose and later became a site title for my visual art works (works of art...some were work...some never worked and the rest seem to come and go). So I had intended to reproduce the original prose but having just moved haven't been able to find it (yet). So this is the first post in a blog...for me...so from here I wonder where it will go. 2006 who ever thought...

Jim Crabb...aka J. Crabb