Hours go by

And I watch you

As you diligently apply

A series of audible frequencies

To tiny receptors

Located inside my cranium

Resulting in much pleasure for someone

Who looks like me

Although he is seated about two inches to my left

And the both of us

Are listening to your every word

With a weird misapprehension

Radio, by Tom Clark

midweek puppy-pickmeup.

goodnight moon.

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?

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!

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

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

Remember this one? It made it into the SCAD photo exhibition that will take place next quarter... deepest gratitude to Manuel and his friends who allowed me to photograph their memorial. 

...and I am the rain

and the others all
around you, and the loneliness you love,
and the universe that loves you specifically, maybe,

and the catastrophic dawn,
the nicotine crawling on your skin

watch the eff out!

I figured life out,
and by life I do mean how to get my pictures from hard drive to computer to internet.
Other than that- nothing.
So watch out, today will be a day of updations.
make sure you scroll down to catch all of it!

oh you know, minor texas stuff, the goodness is underwraps until i can work through everything and get it edited...

thanksssgivin

the Bob stopped by for some pie and wine after the fam dinner,
and of course i couldn't resist hammin for the cam!

Acts of Love
If endear is earned

and is meant to identify

two halves

then it composes

one meaning

which means

a token

a knot

a note

a noting in the head

of how it feels

to have your heart

be the dear one

i will kiss your cool bark

and hug you safe and tight

just as your mother would,

only don't be afraid

"Give me some light!" cries Hamlet's

uncle midway through the murder

of Gonzago. "Light! Light!" cry scattering

courtesans. Here, as in Denmark,

it's dark at four, and even the moon

shines with only half a heart.

Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing.
I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will become one with the night clasping the earth in my breast.
Make my life glad with nothing.

find me?

It is hard to believe it has been 5 months! (didn't I just get here?)
Farewell to my favorite Monday place for floor sweeping & wall painting, Women & Their Work Gallery... but just for a while.
(that sounds like a threat, but it's not I swear!)

looking for a throat transplant, if there are any donors available........

In the field is a house

of wood. A window of the house

contains the field.

You can't see far

with a sun in the sky,

with a living-room lamp

at night. Locality is all

you light, and you, as single

as a bed. But there's

no end to dark. The bed is in the clearing

and the clearing's in the wind; the world

is a world among others. Now your cell-stars split.

I turn to my Rand McNally Atlas.

Europe appears right after the Map of the World.

All of Italy can be seen page 9.

Half of Chile page 29.

I take out my ruler.

In global perspective Italy

amounts to less than half an inch.

Chile measures more than an inch and a quarter

of an inch.

Approximately

Chile is as long as China

is wide:

Back to the Atlas:

Chunk of China page 17.

All of France page 5: As we say in New York:

Who do France and Italy know

at Rand McNally?

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone’s any was all to her

I am real, and I can't say who
I am. Ask me if I know, I'll say
yes, I might say no. Still, ask.

Numbers, Letters