Saturday, May 24

lakehouse

beautiful day to be at the beach here in savannah, 
but where am i going the spend the next 12 hours?
oh yeah, in the inkjet printing lab staring at a computer.
not quite the same as being outside...

I should have begun with this: the sky.
A window minus sill, frame, and panes.
An aperture, nothing more,
but wide open.

Monday, May 19

Thursday, May 15

california

California



i dreamed i drank an arrow shirt
and stole a broken
pail

Monday, May 12


...but we live by the grace of the simple fact that our bodies take good care of us.  It's in this sense that I tell students that they have to be able to trust themselves.  What we all have to do is to use this bodily wisdom, staying close to the kinds of processes and ideas and emotional anchors that are most appropriate to our feelings, to ourselves.  You can't evade your ideas, which are precious to us, but micromanaging our ideas can be as much of a hinderance as they are a great help. 
... When we are young we are self conscious, we think about what people think about us.  As artists, the more we think about our audience and what we are trying to present, the less, perhaps, we are in touch with the physicality of the experience, the particulars, the minute details of our experience.  
Emmet Gowin, talking to John Paul Caponigro

Thursday, May 8

paige


You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that,
and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy
but tell me
you love this, tell me you're not miserable.

Wednesday, May 7

two

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P.S.

I close my eyes and see 
a seagull in the desert,
high, against an unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I'm writing to you
all the time,  I am writing

with both hands,
day and night.

Tuesday, April 29


What made me cover that which I could not have?
I’ve felt undeserving. In this bright land
that changes from yellow to green and back to yellow,
I remember seasons, things I bring with me from far away

and things that hold their breath as if for shame.

Carol Frost, from Matins

Monday, April 28


ps: look what i found through the magic of the internet. nothing ever goes away it just floats around forever in the goo of the web... uhm, 2006? maybe?

Sackdresses dyed the sun
as sun passed through, making a brash stained glass
against the leading of the tenements,

the warehouse holding medical supplies.
I waited for my bus by that window of trusses
in Caucasian beige, trying to forget
the pathological inside.
I was thinking of being alive.

Alice Fulton, from Industrial Lace

Sunday, April 27




In this, your future, waves rechristen the sea
after its tiny jeweled lives
that hiss “Us Us” to the shore all day.
Where’s the kid called Kateydid? the moonfaced
Kewpiedoll? The excitable pouting
Zookie? The somber O-Be-Joyful?

Lost girl, playing hopscotch, I will do what you could.
Name of father, son, ghost. Cross my heart and hope.
While the sea’s jewels build shells and shells
change to chalk and chalk to loam and gold
wheat grows where oceans teetered.
Alice Fulton, from Fierce Girl Playing Hopscotch

Tuesday, April 22


Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.

Jack Gilbert, from Failing and Falling

Monday, April 21


small update from an already busy week,
next little sneak peek, related to this

Sunday, April 20

oh walls in savannah, you amaze me in your decrepitude.
Quiet now, sorrow; relax. Calm down, fear ...
You wanted the night? It’s falling, here,
Like a black glove onto the city,
Giving a few some peace ... but not me.
David St John, from Meditation

Thursday, April 17


Happy Weekend to Savannah, and Almost Weekend to all of the non-student population!
A couple of less serious pages from my journal, some friend snapshots from this summer past and a Geertz quote that's been haunting me. Enjoy!

jordan ames
cody wayne
cj hess

The drive to make sense out of experiance, to give it form and order, is evidently as real and as pressing as the more familiar biological needs. And, this being so, it seems unnecessary to continue to interpret symbolic activities -- religion, art, ideology-- as nothing but thinly disguised expressions of something other than what tey seem to be: attempts to provide orientation for an organism which cannot live in a world it is unable to understand.
George Geertz, anthropologist

Wednesday, April 16


While subjectivity will continue to reign supreme when it comes to our individual preferences for one type of photographic print process over another, the subjective nature of those personal choices will thankfully remain the very source from which art derives one of its most beneficial pleasures.
-Huntington Witherill, on why he stopped printing silver gelatin in 2006

Tuesday, April 15


Just keep on
like I do and pay no attention. You’ll
find that people always will complain
about the atmosphere, either too hot
or too cold too bright or too dark, days
too short or too long.
If you don’t appear
at all one day they think you’re lazy
or dead. Just keep right on, I like it.

Frank O'Hara, from A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island

Monday, April 14


words from Written On the Body, Jeanette Winterson

post script: i made a yogurt-anything cake with bleuberries and a lemon glaze... originally from Ina Garten, secondarily from Smitten Kitten, who is amazing. Gosh I love Blog Land.

Tuesday, April 8


gas is gone
and alka seltza runnin gas
a close race
outasight/you
name it
toilet paper
halfway honest politicians
there’s a shortage
folks/please
step right up)
a crisis
(come in closer)
A International Disaster
Definitely Takin Place

from On the Loss of Energy