I feel on the brink of something– oh, but don't I always? [Pardon the sarcasm, but it's difficult to escape, especially with 2 beers in my belly and the onset of Autumn.] Wistful, dear Autumn– most emotional of times. It may be on account of my birthing at this time of year– Dunno. Don't much… Continue reading Overmuch, and the discipline of writing for clarity.
Tag: daydreams
Fiction is where we want to live
dream Etymology: Middle English dreem, from Old English drēam: noise, joy 1 : a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep 2 : an experience of waking life having the characteristics of a dream: as a : a visionary creation of the imagination : daydream b : a state of mind marked by… Continue reading Fiction is where we want to live
electro.calendarmap.twenty.ten.
For the few: a sneak peek at the work in progress. This is merely a tiny sketch (about business card size, folded) for the sake of layout, mind– (Who knows what the end result will look like?) There is much to design and draw! Time for such undertakings still a few weeks off– But rest… Continue reading electro.calendarmap.twenty.ten.
peace. expansion. clarity.
The wind howls out there today beneath the great blue dome lit by a winter sun. The sun's visitations in full have been scarce these January days in Brooklyn, so it is welcome with or without the wind. In the window my tallest plant, aspiring to treedom, extends itself reaching for light, and succeeds.
edinburgh
I'm happy that it's raining today. I've been thinking about cities, about old cities; how they can feel (in some areas, certain streets) more like formations than something man-made. Edinburgh: those massive brown blocks everything is made of-- buildings that look as though they sprung from bedrock to show off, make us feel small, and… Continue reading edinburgh
missing
Daydreams of the spires of Prague and other old world cities; Red rooftops; Street lamps with foreign shapes. Unfamiliar syllables and sinistra in the sottopassaggio! Winding streets that lead somewhere I've never been. I'm missing Europe, and autumn will not likely send a return ticket this year. - - - Everyone I know seems to… Continue reading missing
at the edge of dusk
It's dark in the apartment right now. Had to turn on lights. It feels like doom, this hour of a winter day, when outside the sky appears bright but none of its quality seems able to leak through the panes, rendering rooms full of too many shadows. It feels too early for all this incandescent,… Continue reading at the edge of dusk
strange day
brilliant thunderstorm light Today feels so like a sunday. This evening during sunset the light went strange and otherworldly, and we knew the sky was about to open. And so it has. Cold and wet again, and now it is dark. Such brilliant light for a few minutes though! Well, back to Minerva, my next… Continue reading strange day
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