Thursday, November 26, 2009
FORGETTING FOR THE HOUR HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE A COMPREHENSIVE SENTENCE I HURRIED THROUGH A WIRE STRIPPED OF ITS ARTIFICIAL WRAPPER, EXPOSING THE NATURAL YUCCA PLANT THAT SENDS VOICE CALLS AND DIGITAL MESSAGES AMONG THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF LEAVES AND FORESTS, FORMING A CLOUD OF CONVERSATION THAT SUMMONS ITS SELF-MADE ENERGIES BY FORCE OF [...]
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
a hickory amulet melted to outlaw slop hangs youthfully in its shadows, crooking tastefully per the cult fashion of loathing. its jolly viscous throat squeezes its way through an old radio in the emptied basement of your garage. no one hears the signal, the beautiful static hum that wastes itself in the sponge carpet. loitering [...]
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Lucidity keeps poking up out of my dreams lately. I wake up part way to ask: Where did that come from? I hear someone say something in a way that I’ve never heard in my real life, and I ask how something could be here if I never experienced it? How can people say things [...]
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sleep like it’s your job, every day, and when you wake up (never before noon) sit in your easy chair and type by the light of a 99ยข reading lamp and the glow of a space heater. Someone should have given me that advice, so I could call out that person now for thanks, for [...]
Friday, November 20, 2009
Looking through old pictures from 2000, trying to find a particular photo, I spotted a mass of images from my last office in midtown. I have no memory of taking or even seeing these pictures but I think they were taken as I tried out some new camera gear and gadgetry at the office. I [...]
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I like the “then and now” conceit. Simple yet revealing, one takes a picture or a description of a person or a place from some time ago and holds it up for comparison to that person or place today. This seemingly simple assignment can be challenging, especially when images of a place are decades apart. [...]
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I have tried to avoid use of the royal “I” in writing words on paper or on screen. Like use of the verb “to be” it seems like a weakness — resorting to what I think or what specific circumstances I experienced — when the greater story is what happened outside, or at best because [...]
Saturday, November 7, 2009
My dreams have had sourness about them this year. A dour, depressed tincture of humiliation and disdain, but the source and the target of the disdain are unclear. Wandering around a boatyard I happened to see an ex-girlfriend from when I first moved to New York. In reality I used to see her once and [...]
I am sitting in the far, far reaches of my apartment, in the bedroom, sitting in The Chair next to the heater and the air conditioner, both contraptions working on me, competing, one generating heat and the other blasting cold air at my face. The apocalypse could rage in the living room and I would [...]
