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Monthly Archives: March 2011
THE CONCEPT OF NONESS
I was listening to someone, telling me “no.” I watched, as they held their finger up, wagging it — like a little, defining ruler, ready to smack me on the head. And I realized that the first inclination, in considering … Continue reading
THE HEART OF BULLETS
WALKING THE DESERT I came to a place of bullets, by the thousands — some, to casings — others, to spent bullet shells of the brass made. These lie in the sun like golden teeth — knocked out, scumbled in … Continue reading
THE CRANK OF WATER
Being out on the opening plain, in the bold light(en)ing of the sun cast, black earthen shadows — the desert, the wind rips across the line, tumbleweeds roar across the dustscape. And I find this windmill, that’s taking me back … Continue reading
THE MAP OF MIND
I was studying the different scratching on the surface of a wall — in a room that was covered with the graffito — Latin for “little scratching” — of hundreds of people. Except that they didn’t only write on the … Continue reading
THE CONCEPT OF THE (W)HOLE
Being at the DIA | Beacon, NY, up the Hudson, there are a series of installations by some of the greatest artists on the planet — classical emplacements involving the highest theories of each, a kind of portfolio of perfected … Continue reading
THE LUXURY OF LIGHT
After the long running, days on daze of grim light, the proverbial oyster shell coloration of the Pacific Northwest wintering, low rolling clouds, the Sun merely a fuzzy luminescence. Today, for a moment, a turning to spring, sprung — that … Continue reading
KEEP SMILING
Rummaging for a hat, the other day, I found an old baseball cap that I’d given my daughter. She never liked it, though I thought she’d like the pug-like expression of the front panel. But didn’t. I think it might’ve … Continue reading
STORMWANDERER
THE CIRCLED WIND I went out in the early dark this morning, in the storm. Wind, rain, cold whipped round — circling. And I stood in the center of the storm. I dreamed of that, the wind, the circling. And … Continue reading
THE WHORLWIND
SPINNING MIND AND IMAGINATION STORM I spilled the ink on the surface of the glass, milky underlayment and light flowing from beneath. There was light, showing through from the shadows, the street bound — lights, emerging. That floated the ink, … Continue reading
THE GIVING PLANT
(a hallway meandering found, a personal photograph of a detail of Cappy Thompson’s glasswork, Swedish Hospital: http://bit.ly/hvwWQu) MY FATHER AND MOTHER HAVE INSTILLED A LOVE OF PLANTING IN OUR FAMILY. The planting inheritance, a flourishing of the verdurous instinct… But … Continue reading