Monthly Archives: August 2007

The recluse Since I was young, I’ve been attracted to the alone. That is, places that are lonely. And, too, being alone. People say — how can you be alone? Isn’t it…lonely? How can you travel by yourself? While I … Continue reading →

Finding fire. Liquid heat. Isn’t that something, the character of flame, found — licking and consuming; hungry and self nourishing? Shooting fire is a compulsion (along with starting fires). I like the study of fire — watching it closely. But, … Continue reading →

Note to Greg Furman | The figured wheel by Robert Pinsky G. thanks for sharing this rich piece of writing, soulful, tormented, yet clear, in vista… his sweet self Which he hereby unwillingly and inexpertly gives up, because it is … Continue reading →

Light and presence. A couple of years back, in being with my parents at their home overlooking the waters of Lake Coeur d’Alene, I’d sat up, sometime around 5 am, out on their deck, looking into the trees, and painting … Continue reading →

come back to me Some things go out, go out — and they are gone, they never come back. Like the little ships of paper in Bali, the papered lit and floating sky cylinders in memorial in Thailand, the fired … Continue reading →

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 — it’s all … Continue reading →

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. … Continue reading →

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, … Continue reading →