by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2007 | Diary
T H I N G S T H A T W E F O U N D I N T H E F I R E Meditations on fire. In the consideration of passing, things move on. Moments flicker. Friends pass. Miracles whorl. And new things come out — in another understanding. In the passage of events, learnings turn,...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 16, 2007 | Diary
it is about that, remembering. you look back, to what has been, to see more of what is, and finally, what shall be. —— Some might’ve spent the day focused on the recollections of MLK. Others: recalling other things. I thought about my brother, Matt....
by Tim Girvin | Jan 9, 2007 | Diary
Like that. “L’ecriture est la peinture de la voix. This, those that frame vision in those other things, than the norm of the common piece, easiest scene, found. But still, isn’t it so that we can find, that the most wonder full in the very pavement,...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 8, 2007 | Diary
two dew —- in the fertile stretches of the imagination i envision a watered gather, two fluent spheres hanging there nurtured by the rainstorms of the mind, spirit congealed, in cold mineral liquid, tinged in bark, lichen spilled from the old ones that line that...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 7, 2007 | Diary
In the passage of the year, closing one, opening another, I do ponder the meaning of it. But really, it seems so arbitrary. Who’s to say that there’s a meaning to the passing of days, daze, and the movements of the sun and moon, in finding something anew?...
