Here is something I found while rummaging through digital files of words, a collection covering several years. Something from the heat of a summer I think. dense-packed places In places more frequented by stars Night is a vast and velvet thing- An arcing mass, abyss from which the wisps of dreams are rent or born… Continue reading of summer, and of night
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shiny streets under lamplight
Had a mind to take some long-exposure photographs of rain-glittering streets earlier this evening, but a recommendation to visit friendly faces at the wine bar distracted and stole time. Pleasantly. There is a Chinese proverb: "May you live in interesting times." A blessing and a curse, quite possibly perpetrated in some way upon every generation… Continue reading shiny streets under lamplight
springtime in january
Yes, two days of mild sunny weather here in Brooklyn. This afternoon I took advantage by forgoing public transport to get into Manhattan. Well, technically. I would say a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge should count as public transport as well, albeit self-propelled.Gorgeous toxic sunset over Jersey around 4:50; my trek was perfectly timed for… Continue reading springtime in january
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= degrees of the tilt of the earth's axis.* This, combined with the position in yearly revolution, determine the angle of the shadows of daylight hours. The angles of winter are distinct. They speak of wind and dry heat; cracked skin; long darknesses. There's a girl I know -The curious Miss K; a great fan… Continue reading 23
Cold day, seventh of the year
chicken breasts? Incidentally, the little new fish did die, later the very same day that I (apparently) jinxed him here. Poor Pi.
tamarind
Bell Hollow played at Southpaw last evening; they sounded great. The newer stuff they played (not yet recorded) was really good. The Curious Miss K shall be arriving in town tomorrow evening. She and I have much catching up to do. (understatement) Not seen her since the summer, and that seems a long time ago.… Continue reading tamarind
60º in November
Here's an inspiring read from Mr. Bresny: "Bigger, Better, More Interesting Problems" There are more excerpts from his Pronoia book as well. A real smarty-pants, that one. And such a freak! In other news: Sad: Our lovely black Koi, Coffee, has merged with the Infinite. A shocking return to Brooklyn after a holiday weekend upstate;… Continue reading 60º in November
20 nov
A working weekend is not a bad thing, especially in the freelance world. There are no phone calls, fewer interruptions in general. In addition to work there have been walks- wandering around the Slope- as well as consolidation, and editing. The common cold is busy making its way through the local population, leaving a path… Continue reading 20 nov
randoms from the book
The books serve as keepers of the meaning. (Often of the meaningless as well.) Ha!on the world, the universe:Everything is ALL--It's all just a chunk of stardust that got fancy.on the fishes:They are glittering things that never stop moving-- both fascinating and soothing. There is nothing redundant in their movement; they are a perpetual ballet.… Continue reading randoms from the book
same damn day.
Sometimes it feels as if things are beginning to curl in upon themselves, the way newsprint pages do, and it becomes difficult to tell where one line ends and another begins; whether things are overlapping or simply mirroring one another-- inarticulate. Or maybe it's time that seems to curl in upon itself; things grow confusing.… Continue reading same damn day.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 