by Tim Girvin | Feb 21, 2011 | Diary
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 and...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 18, 2011 | Diary
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 to bear,...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 14, 2011 | Diary
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 what you could...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 14, 2011 | Diary
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 extinguish...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 11, 2011 | Diary
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 in the sheer intensity of the frost — I...
