...the writing here has been sparse, found more than forged, but still fresh, for me (at least). so, hence, the collage.
and another piece, recovered from a book i thought i threw out years ago. this writing was on the tube in london as a part of their art in the tube series circa 1998.
25th April 1974
This is the dawn I was waiting for
The first day whole and pure
When we emerge from night and silence
Alive into the substance of time
---I like some of the use of the structures of time, the things about nature we've picked up on in order to aid our construction of various durations and their social meanings. however, anything that tends to be so bounded to words or phrases that typically are used in large-scale philosophical applications (such as "dawn," "alive," "substance of time") can turn me off a bit...Well, hey, I wasn't even twenty when I noted observing this writing, but now I realize the importance to my own work, my own interests, to have some sort of "in my personal radius" item - word, metaphor, etc. - to secure a filament flung out to, in order to communicate the emotion of meaning...
well, and with that given, another shall follow - eventually -
(hey, it's hot outside.)