by Tim Girvin | Nov 17, 2010 | Diary
THE MEANDER I’m working on a complicated paper. It’s long. It’s winding. It’s filling out in the mist of uncertainty. But I’m getting there. I do wonder at how — even in the gravity of Fall — the notion of the natural meander...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 16, 2010 | Diary
Surveilling I know, in any journey, you’ll get to some place where the view might be different. In this vista, balanced, that is you, surveilling what lies on the grayed horizon. Going up, higher, the presumption is that you will see further. Or it might be...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 15, 2010 | Diary
THE LEAVED ROAD I’ve been walking out in the old woods, yesterday in the winds and rain — the paths. And that’s been a good voyage, thinking about the move to the city this morning. And all the time — yesterday — prepping to be on another...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 13, 2010 | Diary
WHAT IS THE WAY, ANY WAY? I was working in the dark, in the office alone — early work, night was still fallen. I was thinking about this, for myself. “Who are you, any way?” Of course, I’m thinking about this for others — those that I...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 11, 2010 | Diary
LIGHT STREAM IN….TOUCHING LIGHT, WHERE YOU FIND IT. STRETCHES OF LIGHT, THAT CAN BE TEXTURES IN PLACE. When I travel, the idea of looking into the light, when I find it streaming, a streak across the floor — marbled, slatted, smooth, roughened or otherwise...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 10, 2010 | Diary
Y? I ponder the way, the crossroads turning — I’m going one way, then another; as I walk that road, I come to the letter, the way — and it’s telling me there’s a juncture there; it might be hat I go this one way, then another > and...
