Monthly Archives: March 2011

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THE CONCEPT OF NONESS

I was listening to someone, telling me “no.” I watched, as they held their finger up, wagging it — like a little, defining ruler, ready to smack me on the head. And I realized that the first inclination, in considering … Continue reading

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THE HEART OF BULLETS

WALKING THE DESERT I came to a place of bullets, by the thousands — some, to casings — others, to spent bullet shells of the brass made. These lie in the sun like golden teeth — knocked out, scumbled in … Continue reading

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THE CRANK OF WATER

Being out on the opening plain, in the bold light(en)ing of the sun cast, black earthen shadows — the desert, the wind rips across the line, tumbleweeds roar across the dustscape. And I find this windmill, that’s taking me back … Continue reading

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THE MAP OF MIND

I was studying the different scratching on the surface of a wall — in a room that was covered with the graffito — Latin for “little scratching” — of hundreds of people. Except that they didn’t only write on the … Continue reading

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THE CONCEPT OF THE (W)HOLE

Being at the DIA | Beacon, NY, up the Hudson, there are a series of installations by some of the greatest artists on the planet — classical emplacements involving the highest theories of each, a kind of portfolio of perfected … Continue reading

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THE LUXURY OF LIGHT

After the long running, days on daze of grim light, the proverbial oyster shell coloration of the Pacific Northwest wintering, low rolling clouds, the Sun merely a fuzzy luminescence. Today, for a moment, a turning to spring, sprung — that … Continue reading

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KEEP SMILING

Rummaging for a hat, the other day, I found an old baseball cap that I’d given my daughter. She never liked it, though I thought she’d like the pug-like expression of the front panel. But didn’t. I think it might’ve … Continue reading

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STORMWANDERER

THE CIRCLED WIND I went out in the early dark this morning, in the storm. Wind, rain, cold whipped round — circling. And I stood in the center of the storm. I dreamed of that, the wind, the circling. And … Continue reading

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THE WHORLWIND

SPINNING MIND AND IMAGINATION STORM I spilled the ink on the surface of the glass, milky underlayment and light flowing from beneath. There was light, showing through from the shadows, the street bound — lights, emerging. That floated the ink, … Continue reading

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THE GIVING PLANT

(a hallway meandering found, a personal photograph of a detail of Cappy Thompson’s glasswork, Swedish Hospital: http://bit.ly/hvwWQu) MY FATHER AND MOTHER HAVE INSTILLED A LOVE OF PLANTING IN OUR FAMILY. The planting inheritance, a flourishing of the verdurous instinct… But … Continue reading

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