Author Archives: Jockamo

Gently Down The Stream

It is absolutely painful, how close I am -to finishing this body of work. These paintings have been in the oven for over 3 years now, and honestly, I could die happy once they are completed. I cannot wait to share these new works with the world! Of course I’m still looking for the right […]

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Machine Selves

  The self looking through the self, from the self, at the self, to the self: The full spectacle of an invert mirror, collapsing upon, and endlessly reminiscing itself. The violent love of all things emerging at once to dance with countless suns and moons in elliptical annuals of forever! And for those who of […]

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Hug A Ghost

  -Ghosts can be seen and felt, transpiring in the air all around and singing. What it means to hug a ghost, the one you are most afraid of, pulling it into your bosom, swapping secrets and counting none of it. Keeping pace with the ancestors of time, and loving it most whenever uncomforted by […]

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A Song Of Emerald

  Not long can I recall –the shape of the forest But a daydream in a bed of ferns As a nest of ecstatic tendrils Took knowledge of my form   Faint whispers in the nursery of orchids How swiftly it rose in flames! Hide and go seek the flashing grottos Their tangled channels -a […]

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HexenHaus

So, this past winter was the season of Witch House for me. Electronic music seems to always supercede other musical arrangements during this half of the year, for its cold/moist Yin sound. And this, being my first post on Music after induction of the GhostGoneRogue Blog, I pay homage to a massive sound which (to […]

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In Da Flesh

Stay there, In the Flesh, Electrick space, Empty nest. Can you believe It? Can It believe Itself? For ever Ever?    

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Nevermore

-Whistle While you Work of Heart and Honey, Hands full of Earth of Severity and Mercy, The Light which Reveals of Depth and Contour, This! Our Most Sacred Morning. -XONevermoreOX

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At The Gates

Promises are like Secrets… kept, beholden, of beggars buried in sand, for it must be so that we should arrive here time and time again. -Court Of The Jockamo  

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