by Tim Girvin | Aug 12, 2007 | Diary
Pattering patterning | this morning Decatur; last week, NYC —- There’s a pattering, the patterning of sound, this morning. I’m writing about sound, I suppose, because it’s pure black, this morning. You can’t see anything, out there...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 11, 2007 | Diary
Dense, the sound. I was so tired, this morning. I’d arisen at 3.30am –NYC. That, after 3 hours of sleep; I’d worked till midnight. Past then, I suppose, half past. Then I’d boarded in Newark, flying away before 7am, EST. I got into Seattle 5.5...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 10, 2007 | Diary
I’ve been setting stones in balance for decades. I like the idea of setting stones as, just that, finding balance. You set them, they align, the gravity pulling them, the string reaches to the center of the earth. And sometimes, they stay in alignment. And...
