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...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 8, 2011 | Diary
Sometimes, walking, you find things that are left by others — discrete gestures to beauty. They are not intended for all, but for the few — that might be looking. I leave things out — a stack of bones, a scrap of old paper with a mapping stroke on...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 4, 2011 | Diary
It’s something, love — that’s passionate. Passion, love — the twain of exhilaration and magic, the enchantment of fascination. Spell on you. I contemplate that in the way of people that are magnetically connected to each other. You can see...
by Tim Girvin | Feb 1, 2011 | Diary
Girvin image: a streetside wow, cast iron, the Pike Place Market, Seattle. I was writing a proposal and overview for a client yesterday. And I used the opening: Wow! That was the first word. I contemplated that, an opening — wow! What is that? I was thinking...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 31, 2011 | Diary
Or righting, the heart — well written. A decade ago, when my youngest brother was killed, the idea of working in, working round and walking into the grief was done with writing. That time, every day, the journal working into the impressions of my feeling —...
