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Monthly Archives: February 2011
THE BIRTH OF LIGHT
THE LEGENDS OF THE LIGHT FINDER I was holding light, an illumination that reminded me of a salamander of the luminous, curling like an embryo — light lizard. This, on a full-mooned night, the radiance spilling down and lighting the … Continue reading
THE TURNING PATH
THE PATH THAT TURNS, AND TURNS AGAIN. EVERY TIME, BACK TO A PLACE. In the blinding snow, the sun so bright that the trees are lit from beneath, it’s a brilliant day. Light filled. Out in the middle of no … Continue reading
IN THE HOSPITAL
I was in the hospital recently, and walking the halls, I came to a series of glass compositions created by a friend of mine, from college. Cappy Thompson — Seattle glass artist; and she is still exploring and experimenting — … Continue reading
DRAWING IN THE DARK
Last night, as I was on the shore, waiting for the night boat to come crossing, I was drawing in the dark, with light. Dawn was shooting these images, with the full moon behind, and the character of these strokes … Continue reading
SCRIBBLE BOOK | THE JOURNAL AS MAGIC MARKINGS
I have some books, journals that I’ve made, that only contain scribbles. Scratching. Scarring. Scripting. They are drawn in scripts that only I know. They are circle books — collections of circular strokes. Or books that are writing, symbols, gestures … Continue reading
BEARING YOUR SOUL
I was writing a piece, earlier today, on the concept of baring — that idea of revealing, versus the other similarly sounding expression of bearing — which is more like “carrying” something. To bare, to lay open, uncovered — and … Continue reading
L O V E F L A G
WRITING ABOUT LOVE TODAY’S the day. But I’m less concerned about that, and better — the perpetuity of it. KEEP THAT GOING. The love thing: petal, heart, butterflies: sharing — friending and the finding of it; what could be, and … Continue reading
DISTINCTION
I was thinking about the character of distinction. Like the word references, it is about the sting. It’s an old Latin word — distinguere “to separate between, separate by pricking,” It is aligned to other forms of the sting, to … Continue reading
THE REMOTE LOVE, SENSING MARKS AND MEMORY, FROM AFAR
In a bitterly cold subway channel, during a time when the ice was hanging stalactitic from the ceiling girders of the NYC Metro — and wind whipped so cold up the railed canyons of the running lines that eyes teared … Continue reading
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THE DISCOVERY OF A SURPRISED BEAUTY
Sometimes, walking, you find things that are left by others — discrete gestures to beauty. They are not intended for all, but for the few — that might be looking. I leave things out — a stack of bones, a … Continue reading