Monthly Archives: November 2010
By Tim Girvin at 2:49 am on Tuesday, November 30, 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNqNfxo42J8&feature=fvwk —- be sure to listen to the music, it’s nearly perfectly dubbed. These are Hooded Crows — “Camp Robbers” they’re called in the Cascades. Common in Europe — they’re called: Krakak — in Turkey. Tim …. GIRVIN | crowB … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 3:38 am on Monday, November 29, 2010
I DON’T HOLD MUCH, IN A CEMETERY. Yet, sometimes you see things, along the way. Running by. Walking through. A very grey, cold day, walking through, this, there: wonder fullness, at the end of the world. That’s it. Tim …. … Continue reading →
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Tagged cemetery, graveyard
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By Tim Girvin at 3:53 am on Sunday, November 28, 2010
NYC Looking north, pre-dawn, when only the mist is the light of Central Park, it’s like a land that hasn’t yet been discovered — there’s jungle there. And indeed, there’s jungle, round that jungle — ring, on ring; adventure — … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 12:45 pm on Wednesday, November 24, 2010
I couldn’t really see. The windshield was so mucked with road spittle, winter drivel, the cleaning fluid was frozen, I tried a bottle of old Roger & Gallet Vetiver — seeing if that would remove the snow and mud from … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 9:53 am on Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Dissolution, beautiful degradation; the dissolving — the shifting of solution from one stage to another, spattered with color. Looking at this wall, once cleaned masonry, now speckled with moss, the tinting of coursing water, the colors shift in the aging … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 10:22 am on Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Seattle’s in a kind of shut down. Only the brave ventured downtown. Living on Queen Anne Hill, one of the hills overlooking the city, the streets are slick with ice. Being an eastern Washington person, snow’s never an impediment. It’s … Continue reading →
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Tagged Seattle, snow
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By Tim Girvin at 5:13 am on Monday, November 22, 2010
As the storm comes in, winter borne, the island house gets colder and colder, sifting the iced winds from the north, roaring over the hills, the forest, back to the southern sea. Fire might be the only way to get … Continue reading →
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Tagged fire, smoke, warmth
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By Tim Girvin at 5:47 am on Friday, November 19, 2010
“The reality of a room, for instance, was to be found in the vacant space enclosed by the roof and the walls, not in the roof and walls themselves. The usefulness of a water pitcher dwelt in the emptiness where … Continue reading →
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Tagged shadow, unknown
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By Tim Girvin at 3:40 am on Wednesday, November 17, 2010
THE MEANDER I’m working on a complicated paper. It’s long. It’s winding. It’s filling out in the mist of uncertainty. But I’m getting there. I do wonder at how — even in the gravity of Fall — the notion of … Continue reading →
By Tim Girvin at 5:24 am on Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Surveilling I know, in any journey, you’ll get to some place where the view might be different. In this vista, balanced, that is you, surveilling what lies on the grayed horizon. Going up, higher, the presumption is that you will … Continue reading →
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Tagged surveilling
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