Reading poems from Sweden on the train the in early dark. My umbrella on the seat beside me– orphaned at the transfer. Here are some of the words, lines like self-sharpening tools: Passing through walls hurts human beings, they get sick from it, but we have no choice. It's all one world. Now to… Continue reading Airy. empty, open
Category: writing | reading
Mid-way in darkness
Today is time to reach 25k in the word count– midway through the month of November. It's dark inside today; the darkness of winter has fallen. And yet– I heard the song of the ice cream truck outside around noon. This is because it's sixty-odd degrees; the playground across the street is filled with parents… Continue reading Mid-way in darkness
focus pull
Here's an oldie, just for fun– Hudson Ave in the rain; Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn Sunshine, crisp days, and the undertaking of a dedication to write at least 1,667 words per day have helped to snap things back into action. Not to mention a pair of newly-needed glasses. There have been numerous, miscellaneous items on the… Continue reading focus pull
National Novel Writing Month has begun!
A map for a thing, utterly unrelated but pretty; based on a lovely from 'Surveying the Shore'. More on that project later... Yes, folks, I'm doing it again. NaNoWriMo has officially begun, and even (at this late, late hour) embarked upon its second *official* day. My word count stands, currently, at 1,899-- a whopping 232… Continue reading National Novel Writing Month has begun!
A whole lot easier.
"I'm just saying that once you accept both your misfortune and your divinity it will be a whole lot easier to accomplish the sometimes dreary and soul-draining actions required to wring some tiny succor..." –Cary Tennis The point being– the misfortune and divinity. Oh, and that soul-draining part is rather poignant, as well. It fits… Continue reading A whole lot easier.
She used to stop by the house occasionally, but her presence was purely decorative.
Portion of an image found online, perhaps in LiveJournal image feed- origin unknown In the midst of a two-day jag of reading art criticism, theory and artist blogs; a result of 1) January post-holiday blahs, as stated yesterday, and 2) being in the ongoing and usual *stuck* place of : What is my art about?… Continue reading She used to stop by the house occasionally, but her presence was purely decorative.
The New Year
I am suddenly so sad today. It's that vague but crushing sadness of the New Year; a Sunday sadness that knows your real name and pulls without words, but remorselessly, and with a precision that feels like Love. It feels like having to say goodbye (to what?) when you're not ready to say goodbye. A… Continue reading The New Year
a creative dilemma
Friday night. After midnight. Increasingly aware (on account of my poor typing these past few days- I miss the proper keys!) that my fingernails seem to grow like weeds again. Like it's summer again. Been stretched a bit thin lately, again– working on a number of projects for clients (four web sites, the museum, a… Continue reading a creative dilemma
A house of breathing music
[Dream] I went to stay at the house of a friend. We were kids, maybe teens, so it was the house of her parents really. The place was magnificent– I thought. It was crowded and filled with things, and the areas to walk were narrow and had to be picked through carefully. Nowhere in the… Continue reading A house of breathing music
Dreams of a city full of movement, weather and uncertain trajectories
The first part I recall was a moment of trying to sort out how to get from one part of the city to another on a grey day (and cold). I was with someone else, or several people; I had a rough idea where I was leading us, but no map and my knowledge of… Continue reading Dreams of a city full of movement, weather and uncertain trajectories
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