The bizarre story of how the Dumpster Archeology documentary got made.- We were somewhere in midtown St Louis near SLU, a favorite college dumpster diving location of mine during school exodus. The Space was a wonderful smoothie/vegan/festival vibe business and I was there for the ambiance plus elixirs.The top of the bar was made of …
By Lew Blink in 2019 This story is not easy to tell, yet for me, it is an important story, and transformational to the very DNA in my being. How to tell it …. has always been the problem and when it comes to this subject, the 2014 version of myself was very very enthusiastic. I had …
The goal is not to make “art”, I simply engage in process, and the Art is uncovered. The goal is to present an experience based on.. these strange patterns I see in reality. Finding meaning in constant waves of change within our collective Multi-verse. What I try to do is create a space, then organize elements of …
Church of flow…poetry Psychedelic, Philosophical, Romantic and Mad, the poetry of Lew Blink is a decent into linguistic meaning, a fall into the unknown. This is the best from 2014 to 2021. Final Form:a mind palacefortified with intenta little bit of magica whole lot of synapse gridsmuscular memory from past life spiritsunraveling post script painsdimensional …
There is a vein of thought that was common in ancient cultures that dreams were not only an important part of being human, it was a divine practice that provided healing, insight and prophetic ability. The term Dream Incubation is a scientific term for something ancient and unexplained, so it has a universal appeal in …
the Grand Finale “Count down with me.. 10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1……” said the Voice from the crane held speakers. Boom… goes the fireball as the audience cheers, filling the air with a cacophony of sounds and heat. The Missouri Pyrotechnics Association begins the 15th annual Pyromusical competition called… The Sky Wars Invitational Fireworks Championship. The fireball shot up into the sky …
It was so very dark, and a mist drifted across the river as I searched with tiny senses for the edge. My green boots touched rock and I waited for that splash of water. It was so dark I couldn’t see my Lover on the bank, or the light of the volunteer Campground host, even …
….Blinks in America…. My ancestor came to America in 1847, it was the dead of winter and he was 17 years old. The long journey across the Atlantic ocean began without a proper destination. His promised land had yet to be discovered. Jan Blink left the family home at the word of a Minister named Albertus Van …
A psychedelic historical exploration of the mystical: As psychedelic culture grows once again into a wave of epic proportions and a new generation explores this realm with all their youthful zest but in an age without the stigma and legals issues that once defined a separation between “drug users” and citizens, then it is our …
or the Way of the Tour Guide A thin sliver of shade drifted during his nap laying at the center of the Big Red One. The ball of flame far above penetrated his eyelids and he lacked the energy to move. As the sun beat down on his nutrient deficient form, the Tour Guide debated …