by Tim Girvin | Dec 4, 2006 | Diary
My little bird, there are things. And there are things. There are things that rattle deep, to the histories of pain, and there are others that are like pricking pokes, others that are searing hard and slicing to the bone. And there is pain. But to the contrary of the...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 29, 2006 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin Intriguing the connection, that friendly banter is the character of the affable. How often does one counter silence with the sense of the unfriendly…and untoward? affable \AF-uh-bul\ adjective 1 : being pleasant and at ease in talking to...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 28, 2006 | Diary
How then, the virile, the virtuous, the werewolf, the world? Step back, rootbound, and see what might be found — what lies beneath? And then, to this, what do you see in the mirror? —- virtu (vuhr-TOO) noun 1. A love of or taste for fine objects of art. 2....
by Tim Girvin | Nov 27, 2006 | Diary
I was thinking about you, and that bridge that takes you from one place, to another. Where it is, where it was — crossing over, from somewhere, to another…where-world. And where is that? the waterspring at the Monkey Forest. Ubud | IndonesiaPhoto by Tim...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 26, 2006 | Diary
Happy Sunday! I’m guessing you might ask, why Turkey — for Thanksgiving? Some might think the conception is obvious, to the above. I went there first in 2005 — learning something about the opening connections in Istanbul. I studied Islamic art in the...
