by Tim Girvin | Aug 17, 2007 | Diary
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 the light as it came through the...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 15, 2007 | Diary
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 and floating vik drums of Scandinavia, the floating pyres...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 12, 2007 | Diary
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...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 11, 2007 | Diary
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. I got into Seattle 5.5...
by Tim Girvin | Aug 10, 2007 | Diary
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, they stay in alignment. And...
