That’s the way…
The air has grown cool and sharp, and the trees have all turned. The sun is bright though, remembering summer. I’m listening to Tom Waits’s Black Rider as I work on job applications and my talks for Europe and Asia. He’s perfect for a day like this– macabre, funny, carnivalesque. “So come on init ain’t…
slowing the fast worm
There are days when the impending change is altogether too much, and I can’t quite breathe. I don’t want to work for fear of making the change happen faster. But not to change is to stagnate, and that’s worse.So I read. I finish Ruth Ozeki’s All Over Creation. She cares about a lot of the…
borg again
I thought SP had erased all the photos on my camera, leaving only one– a picture of her flipping me the bird. I was livid. Called her and, since she wasn’t there, blasted her answering machine. Why are we so attached to photographs? You can never have the experience back. We are fascinated by them…
already dead
May be I’m already dead, like the protagonist of Ali Smith’s novel Hotel World. The farther she drifts from the land of the living, the more she loses her grip on the names of things. The wandering spirit talks about her (dead) body: “I left her there, in her sleep, unravelling each of the letters…
congrats db
Yes, on your show at the Little Gallery, the reception of which took place this afternoon. Michael, Sandra, Myron and I made at two hours after it ended, at 8 pm. You rock, even if there’s a hole where your heart was…Also missed today, because I am out in space, the launch of Adrian Kelly’s…