Monthly Archives: November 2010

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CROWS | CATS | crow+cat+fight

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

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BEING IN A GRAVEYARD

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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THE MIST AND THE JUNGLE

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

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STANDING AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

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

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COLOR, PATTERNING, DISSOLUTION

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

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SNOWDAY

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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SMOKE, FIRE, WARMTH

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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THE PAUSE OF THE ROOM, THE SHADOW, THE UNKNOWN

“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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THE MEANDER

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

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Surveilling

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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