Wing of a Roller, 1512
Albrecht Durer
watercolor and gouache on vellum
10.31.2006
10.25.2006
A Call to Arms
or, Oms ...
Rise up! Rise Up! Young
Young, still so young
One
of many
That thought you'd be
some where/one
else
Bigger, Stronger, Faster more
Believable by Now ...
YOUr'e time has come
Ready, Go Steady
Bang away on your father's gun
all thoughts dreams he had
(wished) realized in you
Fight to re/claim
that that was never
yours
that which never
really manifested itself
beyond an ancestor's grave
Rise up! Rise Up! Young
Young, still so young
One
of many
That thought you'd be
some where/one
else
Bigger, Stronger, Faster more
Believable by Now ...
YOUr'e time has come
Ready, Go Steady
Bang away on your father's gun
all thoughts dreams he had
(wished) realized in you
Fight to re/claim
that that was never
yours
that which never
really manifested itself
beyond an ancestor's grave
10.17.2006
today The Room, tomorrow The Response
by Mark Strand
The Room
It is an old story, the way it happens
sometimes in winter, sometimes not.
The listener falls to sleep,
the doors to the closets of his unhappiness open
and into his room the misfortunes come --
death by daybreak, death by nightfall,
their wooden wings bruising the air,
their shadows the spilled milk the world cries over.
There is a need for surprise endings;
the green field where cows burn like newsprint,
where the farmer sits and stares,
where nothing, when it happens, is never terrible enough.
The Room
It is an old story, the way it happens
sometimes in winter, sometimes not.
The listener falls to sleep,
the doors to the closets of his unhappiness open
and into his room the misfortunes come --
death by daybreak, death by nightfall,
their wooden wings bruising the air,
their shadows the spilled milk the world cries over.
There is a need for surprise endings;
the green field where cows burn like newsprint,
where the farmer sits and stares,
where nothing, when it happens, is never terrible enough.
9.30.2006
UM, blogger dot com ...
Can we exchange a few words here?
Why, oh why, did you design (or acquire) and implement a spell check feature that does not recognize the word "blog" in its dictionary??!
um. yeah. thought so.
i guess we are all just as confused.
Why, oh why, did you design (or acquire) and implement a spell check feature that does not recognize the word "blog" in its dictionary??!
um. yeah. thought so.
i guess we are all just as confused.
love is a short name
for dismissal, of the many things that require attention,
responsibility
such as
doing the dishes
filing your bills, your nails
cataloging years of birthday cards received
and boxing the funny/sentimental/thiswillworkforsomeoccassion hallmark greetings picked up along the way that haven't received a receiver (yet)
Ex-said-er-rah!
...
oh, and there's that little thing
the tape always running in the background, composing the static of the day:
what are you still doing here, my love?
my sweet, sweet sweet Misses/d Opportunity
...your lungs have finally grown (time to leave Intensive Care)
time has come and time has passed and time will keep coming and when will "keep" finally be
the last stitch unstitched, the one keeping your lips closed from shouting to yourself
love is the short name
Attention! to the call -
(early beginners, late bloomers, one, too, and all)
responsibility
such as
doing the dishes
filing your bills, your nails
cataloging years of birthday cards received
and boxing the funny/sentimental/thiswillworkforsomeoccassion hallmark greetings picked up along the way that haven't received a receiver (yet)
Ex-said-er-rah!
...
oh, and there's that little thing
the tape always running in the background, composing the static of the day:
what are you still doing here, my love?
my sweet, sweet sweet Misses/d Opportunity
...your lungs have finally grown (time to leave Intensive Care)
time has come and time has passed and time will keep coming and when will "keep" finally be
the last stitch unstitched, the one keeping your lips closed from shouting to yourself
love is the short name
Attention! to the call -
(early beginners, late bloomers, one, too, and all)
9.19.2006
subtitles
wings of desire:
"What is wrong with peace...
that its inspiration does not endure...
and that it is almost
untellable?"
-------------------
this (above), after reading this.
Have we embarked?
"What is wrong with peace...
that its inspiration does not endure...
and that it is almost
untellable?"
-------------------
this (above), after reading this.
Have we embarked?
9.18.2006
they do what they say ...
check it (out) --- added to the gtown library (yikes! how official! has it really already been over a year? well, looks like they got their dates mixed up - publication date is really 2005, but who's counting?)
9.14.2006
maybe pittsburg
could use some revisiting:
http://collectedworks.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-indecisive-or-perhaps-honest.html
again, i found myself - twice now in the last week - referring to this salad, a little yang for your yin.
http://collectedworks.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-indecisive-or-perhaps-honest.html
again, i found myself - twice now in the last week - referring to this salad, a little yang for your yin.
9.11.2006
UnderLines ("But what do the dead say?")
i've always been obsessed with Other People's Underlines...I have spent minutes that were actually hours, pouring over library shelves and the musty (but cozy) smelling rows of printed matter in used book stores, combing through book after book - titles I've read and titles I haven't - to discover what little marks have been made, what symbols others employ to show importance or ready a contention with the author ... i could go on and on about the histories that have yet to be written from an anthropological study of underlines ...
but instead, i am going to share one, the only one in this title, and one of the very few i have ever found in any books once formerly owned by my mother ...
(in red link, underlined)
"You can always hear the people who are willing to sacrifice somebody else's life. They're plenty loud and they talk all the time."
(and a red 'X', just after the closing of the above quoted paragraph)
"But what do the dead say?"
(from Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Got His Gun
but instead, i am going to share one, the only one in this title, and one of the very few i have ever found in any books once formerly owned by my mother ...
(in red link, underlined)
"You can always hear the people who are willing to sacrifice somebody else's life. They're plenty loud and they talk all the time."
(and a red 'X', just after the closing of the above quoted paragraph)
"But what do the dead say?"
(from Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Got His Gun
another cup half empty/half full
"What you do to others you really do to yourself. So when you do good to others, you're doing good to yourself. Alternatively, when you do bad to others, you're doing bad to yourself. So in thinking of others, think of yourself, for to love and do right by others is to love and do right to your own self." - Leela James
balance
balance
9.08.2006
"Sometimes the work of art about an event precedes the event in time."
Mark Strand's translation of a poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade:
SOUVENIR OF THE ANCIENT WORLD
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
The sky was green over the grass,
the water was golden under the bridges,
other elements were blue and rose and orange,
a policeman smiled, bicycles passed,
a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird,
the whole world—Germany, China—
All was quiet around Clara.
The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden.
Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger.
What Clara feared were the flu, the heat, the insects.
Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley,
waiting for letters slow to arrive,
not always being able to wear a new dress. But
she strolled in the garden, in the morning!
They had gardens, they had mornings in those days!
SOUVENIR OF THE ANCIENT WORLD
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
The sky was green over the grass,
the water was golden under the bridges,
other elements were blue and rose and orange,
a policeman smiled, bicycles passed,
a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird,
the whole world—Germany, China—
All was quiet around Clara.
The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden.
Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger.
What Clara feared were the flu, the heat, the insects.
Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley,
waiting for letters slow to arrive,
not always being able to wear a new dress. But
she strolled in the garden, in the morning!
They had gardens, they had mornings in those days!
8.27.2006
8.24.2006
monthly quota
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost
7.20.2006
6.19.2006
no surprise
an artist quoted on a starbucks cup:
"In an age when pictures have become more eloquent than words, schools are still programmed to reduce the child's immersive interaction with the visual world to the practical poverty of the alphabet. Visual literacy should become a pedagogical priority in order to prepare our children to function within the increasingly visual complexity of our environment." - Vik Muniz
"In an age when pictures have become more eloquent than words, schools are still programmed to reduce the child's immersive interaction with the visual world to the practical poverty of the alphabet. Visual literacy should become a pedagogical priority in order to prepare our children to function within the increasingly visual complexity of our environment." - Vik Muniz
5.03.2006
oh those young kids
don't trust anyone over thirty
what an anthem.
in retrospect, what a waste of toothpaste and disposable cameras. oh wait
maybe that's my generation.
ambition will get you somewhere online
your little plot of sand in the dune of time
but wait for the wave
no one will cry for your castle
because they always already remember
it was never always never there.
in retrospect, what a waste of toothpaste and disposable cameras. oh wait
maybe that's my generation.
ambition will get you somewhere online
your little plot of sand in the dune of time
but wait for the wave
no one will cry for your castle
because they always already remember
it was never always never there.
4.24.2006
i don't miss your pleasure anymore
or, it has been a long time, the brain can't keep track of it all...Or, I am stuck on you(r scent).
"The salient feature in this case is odour. Rats, mice and voles recognise each other by smell. Christie Fowler and her colleagues at Florida State University have found that exposure to the opposite sex generates new nerve cells in the brains of prairie voles—in particular in areas important to olfactory memory. Could it be that prairie voles form an olfactory “image” of their partners—the rodent equivalent of remembering a personality—and this becomes linked with pleasure?"
or some guy's explanation
------
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
- Emily Dickinson
---
we all knew that was coming.
"The salient feature in this case is odour. Rats, mice and voles recognise each other by smell. Christie Fowler and her colleagues at Florida State University have found that exposure to the opposite sex generates new nerve cells in the brains of prairie voles—in particular in areas important to olfactory memory. Could it be that prairie voles form an olfactory “image” of their partners—the rodent equivalent of remembering a personality—and this becomes linked with pleasure?"
or some guy's explanation
------
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
- Emily Dickinson
---
we all knew that was coming.
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