KeithBlog
This is a collection of my poetry, political observations, and art clips. I will work under the thesis that these things can succesfully be combined.
About Me

- Name: K.Webster
- Location: St. Paul, Minnesota, United States
I've been drawing all my life. One of my earliest memories is of drawing a stickman on my parents staircase wall with a black crayon. I drew cartoons and wrote for the the Onion in its earliest days. I did a couple animated shorts that appeared on MTV. I have worked the same job for 20 years. My wife and 2 cats now tolerate my own Big Time Studio that resides in our compact apartment.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Wonderment
the happy frogs
it is twilight now night
the sound is deep, complex, soft
lulling
into a small world of pixie dust
woodland love
and to think "we" want to destroy all this
i am suddenly 17 again
and look to the tiny woods
for witches to fly through
haven't seen that yet
the perceiver who adds magic
to the amazement that's there
arms out, turning in the dark
wonderment of summer flows
into me
8.13.2007 KAW
it is twilight now night
the sound is deep, complex, soft
lulling
into a small world of pixie dust
woodland love
and to think "we" want to destroy all this
i am suddenly 17 again
and look to the tiny woods
for witches to fly through
haven't seen that yet
the perceiver who adds magic
to the amazement that's there
arms out, turning in the dark
wonderment of summer flows
into me
8.13.2007 KAW
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Dream World (Saints Game Poem 2007)
Baseball game, evening
minor league
early summer
should be so perfect
it is
except
how
this pure fantasy of fun innocence
has been corrupted by our government
the good America it once represented
all us little people, under the radar
protected by our littleness
have been betrayed
by our governments embrace of evil
and now our innocent world fantasy
is a dangerous distraction
and we are dupes
no longer innocent citizens
our very innocence
has betrayed us
this sweet insulated dream
has lulled us into letting
those big people above
rob our country of
its purity, and its illusions of purity
and the grass is so green
and this breeze is so comforting
and the antics are so funny
written at the St. Paul Saints game, evening of 5.18.2007
Keith Webster
minor league
early summer
should be so perfect
it is
except
how
this pure fantasy of fun innocence
has been corrupted by our government
the good America it once represented
all us little people, under the radar
protected by our littleness
have been betrayed
by our governments embrace of evil
and now our innocent world fantasy
is a dangerous distraction
and we are dupes
no longer innocent citizens
our very innocence
has betrayed us
this sweet insulated dream
has lulled us into letting
those big people above
rob our country of
its purity, and its illusions of purity
and the grass is so green
and this breeze is so comforting
and the antics are so funny
written at the St. Paul Saints game, evening of 5.18.2007
Keith Webster
Promo Sheet
This is a promotional page I created a while back for my
illustration business. It is still relevant - this is pretty much
what I look like, artistically, these days. I work in pencil and
pen, a little on the cartoony side, like most artists these days.
I embrace my cartooniness and try to grow with it.
illustration business. It is still relevant - this is pretty much
what I look like, artistically, these days. I work in pencil and
pen, a little on the cartoony side, like most artists these days.
I embrace my cartooniness and try to grow with it.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Renewal
I want to make this forum more active again. I intend to put up more pictures - a sketchbook gallery. I intend this to be a bit more immediate - less picky about what I put out there, just doing it without care or fear of judgement. People can take or leave me for what I really am, after all.
That's how it should be.
That's how it should be.
WordlessOn Water
by Keith Webster
dawn on a sail day
will the sky reveal the sun
this place is yours now
feet on the warm wood
aware of feet firmly set
each step is aware
the lake is alone
on it, the boat moves with grace
ripples like soft words
the surface color
light changes in a pattern
here is all there is
fabric cracks the air
we are creatures on the Earth
skimming its surface
primal sensation
all wind water sun breathing
movement becomes you
water cold, sun warm
simple elemental things
start to have meaning
the air moves us all
clothes pressing against your skin
the wind hugging you
does spray hit your lip
as you caress the surface
the lake kisses you
the wind blows in us
it is hot and it is cold
always beautiful
just silent moving
sound is purely where you are
a moment in place
an anchor in time
avast! it is all still now
pure in what you are
think of me when there
if time should wear us away
know that I still care
a leaf from onshore
suspended beside the boat
is quickly passed by
the jib is pulled firm
these winds will take us surely
speed does not matter
after, the boat moored
a nod to the setting sun
with a glass of wine
music is inside
the hum of existence rings
waiting just for you
just forget about
the rest of the things out there
feel like you're here now
these times don't last long
to make them last forever
is the trick of it
dawn on a sail day
will the sky reveal the sun
this place is yours now
feet on the warm wood
aware of feet firmly set
each step is aware
the lake is alone
on it, the boat moves with grace
ripples like soft words
the surface color
light changes in a pattern
here is all there is
fabric cracks the air
we are creatures on the Earth
skimming its surface
primal sensation
all wind water sun breathing
movement becomes you
water cold, sun warm
simple elemental things
start to have meaning
the air moves us all
clothes pressing against your skin
the wind hugging you
does spray hit your lip
as you caress the surface
the lake kisses you
the wind blows in us
it is hot and it is cold
always beautiful
just silent moving
sound is purely where you are
a moment in place
an anchor in time
avast! it is all still now
pure in what you are
think of me when there
if time should wear us away
know that I still care
a leaf from onshore
suspended beside the boat
is quickly passed by
the jib is pulled firm
these winds will take us surely
speed does not matter
after, the boat moored
a nod to the setting sun
with a glass of wine
music is inside
the hum of existence rings
waiting just for you
just forget about
the rest of the things out there
feel like you're here now
these times don't last long
to make them last forever
is the trick of it





