Into the Pink – Robert Matthew Goldstein June 24 2017

A human being is a part of a whole, called by us ‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.  This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Albert Einstein

Source: Into the Pink

The Executive – Art by Rob Goldstein

The alarm rang and the radio spat news.

Bonwit Teller opened his eyes to a foggy San Francisco morning.

He threw off the comforter, angrily pulled down the shades, and
crawled back into bed.

The phone rang [one hell of a night before]

Source: The Executive – Art by Rob Goldstein

Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

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Source: Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

Art by Rob Goldstein – Sacrament


There is no common truth


I thought if I found

the right people

If I learned about [  ]

Source: Art by Rob Goldstein – There is no common truth

Noise and Sly Comment – Art by Rob Goldstein


Over, I say over,
The sum of all
we deem holy
in pink, in pink
twitters and sly [ ]

(c) RG 2017

Source: Noise and Sly Comment – Art by Rob Goldstein

A Dream About Robert



A Dream About Robert

Robert sips his cup of green tea;

He traces words in a note-book.

A manic flips the table and shouts:

“When you’re ready to to die let me know!”

His Mother throws books at me and cries:

“Such pretty poems! But all about me!…All about me!”

I wear the chic black trench coat of mourning.

“Ya know,” I say, “I was taught to be more dispassionate.”

Robert lowers his tea-cup and smiles: “And we’re Jewish, too!”

“Yes.” I sigh. “More tea?”

Robert nods and passes me the pot.

(c) RobGoldsten 2015

Source: A Dream About Robert

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A Day in the Hospital – Part Two

This is based on a detail of a mural on Clarion Alley in San Francisco


I cross from
12 to 12:30
down to L.A.
to the flatlands

eternal youth


a snicker.

I am a file pulled as

a case

and these four walls

merge in a night of


lost in smoke…


Who is at rest?

My Mother tapped

my skull

and my brain

spilt out

dendrites to

the nearest


wrenched from skin:


RG (c) 2015

Source: A Day in the Hospital – Part Two