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?...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 6, 2007 | Diary
Where go you, friend? You wander. You wonder. You come to a fork in your path. Which way, then, but to the balance of the measure, your movements. Go forth, find what you seek. All will be found. t
by Tim Girvin | Jan 6, 2007 | Diary
Expose your self. That goes two ways, does it not? Exposing yourself is reflective; it’s seen from one side, then the other. You see in, then out. And that exposure, I suppose, is really about reaching to others, in sharing — and too, examining and...
