Monthly Archives: March 2011
By Tim Girvin at 4:52 am on Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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 →
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Tagged curiosity, no
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By Tim Girvin at 4:45 am on Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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 →
By Tim Girvin at 4:22 am on Monday, March 28, 2011
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 →
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Tagged rotors, water, windmill
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By Tim Girvin at 3:39 am on Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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 →
By Tim Girvin at 5:19 am on Monday, March 21, 2011
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 →
By Tim Girvin at 3:34 am on Sunday, March 20, 2011
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 →
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Tagged light, sun
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By Tim Girvin at 5:01 am on Friday, March 18, 2011
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 →
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Tagged laughing, smiling, upbeat
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By Tim Girvin at 9:40 am on Saturday, March 12, 2011
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 →
By Tim Girvin at 4:24 am on Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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 →
By Tim Girvin at 6:39 am on Sunday, March 6, 2011
(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 →
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Tagged growth, planting, spting
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