Monthly Archives: January 2006

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obliterate \uh-BLIT-uh-rayt\ verb 1 a : to remove utterly from recognition or memory *b : to remove from existence : destroy utterly all trace, indication, or significance of c : to cause to disappear (as a bodily part or a … Continue reading

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I begin working with Yves Saint Laurent.

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NYC

My office in the city is across from Madison Park. Winterbound, trees are bare and as the chill moves in formally, the skyscrapers are caught in mist. It reminds me of the illuminations of Raymond Hood, the 30s, his drawings … Continue reading

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For Faith Popcorn

In Faith. Isn’t it about the rippling, that reaches out From that one pebble, leaf — or a casting of sand? Patterned in a rhythm, the watch full, Seer. Sprinkling like a constellation of circled echos That is the time … Continue reading

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It happens here, that I think about you.

Morning has come. I sit, in meditation this morning Outside, cool winds running And I look off, to the distant Range of waters, that Shimmer in the moonlight Coming down, through The clouds, that move Like shadows. As I silence, … Continue reading

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Black crow, red sky.

I’ve been painting red crows on stones. The I see the inverse. Now I’ve got my bearings right…

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I’ve left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I’m gone.

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Wanderer | found

I’ve got this grouping of stones that I’ve arranged near my house, and the point of them is to remind me of different things. It’s a gathering place. A contemplative apex. One, my brother Matt, who passed at the beginning … Continue reading

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M O (U) R N I N G

This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not – more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. … Continue reading

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The Lonely Window

the lonely window… the last one lit; therein, the enthusiasm of the committed? sometimes I feel like this is me — wherever I am. but I will leave this meditation, this notion of the committed to merely focused. as it … Continue reading

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