January 2012
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December 2011
1 post
October 2011
1 post
The Words, p. 232-233
One evening, more than twenty years ago, Giacometti was hit by a car while crossing the Place d’Italie. Though his leg was twisted, his first feeling, in the state of lucid swoon into which he had fallen, was a kind of joy: “Something has happened to me at last!” I know his radicalism: he expected the worst. The life which he so loved and which he would not have changed for any...
August 2011
1 post
Oh dear,
I am neglecting you.
June 2011
1 post
To keep this passion alive: plan for its demise.
April 2011
5 posts
My best writing
Has taken the form of letters to people.
And now for something a little less ambiguous
I realize I have been absent. But first and most importantly, how are you? How have you been? Did you receive my thought waves as I pondered daily my return to you, if only to say hello and touch you gently on the arm? We move politely around each other but I would embrace you if I could better gauge whether you feel the same inclination for an openness in our interactions. If your gaze perhaps...
This was something I wrote about you back then
I’m eating honey dijon kettle chips and thinking about your plane crossing the Pacific. You’ve never gone that way before and neither have I. I’m thinking about what you’ll take in as your plane edges closer to the earth—do you see the patterns, are there concentric circles and grids, do you notice the outlying areas, do you see the towers of commerce punctuating the...
March 2011
34 posts
“It is about wanting and need, wanting and need - a peculiar, desperate kind of...”
– A. M. Homes, “Remedy” from Things You Should Know (via waitingandwaiting)
Today I want not to think that you will be aging without me.
The previous set of postings is probably the second haiku I’ve ever written (the first one having been formulated at age 11).
Today tore at the nerves; stretched and stressed, calm cast aside to make way for the miscommunication of others. The impetus to react with far less provocation than I’m used to was disappointing.
Tomorrow will be better.
Even though I will likely still feel...
Robin Pecknold - I’m Losing Myself (feat. Ed...
Urban Subjects: But life is not changed magically... →
But life is not changed magically by a poetic act: Autogestion in Gramoven Urban Subjects 602,000:WORKS ON HOUSING Residency and Emergent Exhibition Friday March 18 2011, Opening 7-11pm, Screening 8pm, Talk 8:30pm Exhibition of new works, produced in residence, “But life is not changed magically by a poetic act” + screening of “Living Mega-Structures” (2003/2004) + Urban...
On Blogging Catastrophe
sadydoyle:
The earthquake happened while I was in Boston. By the time I came home, it was already huge news. The only thing that seemed to matter, that seemed at all meaningful, was footage of the catastrophes. When I had a spare moment, I’d watch it. Sometimes just the same video, on a loop, over and over. And I’d wonder what I was going to say. The earthquake, the tsunami, the volcano, the...
Make a donation directly to the Japanese Red Cross... →
(via Japan Love Project, http://japanlove.ca/)
Kittens are not conducive to productivity. I can’t think of any better excuse to take a break from all of this work though.
I have a feeling it will be some time before I get to starting my 365 project.
I was very pleased to find tamarind paste today.
Clutter clusterfuck. Perhaps it’s time for another good purge.
I should probably get to sleep before 5:15am tonight.
Tattoos.
...
Robin Pecknold - Where Is My Wild Rose (Cover)
Your sustained gaze.
As I returned home this afternoon and the light began to melt, sinking only enough to remind me of that liminal state between thinking and feeling, perhaps it was the music or the jarring clarity of a place hushed or the measured softness of my step that took me by the throat and urged me to stop floating.
February 2011
17 posts
I knew you well.
oh dear
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