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!

slaughter reunion

a weekend in savannah would not be complete without the slaughterdogs!
maybe the last time we will all be together for a Very Long Time.
Jimmy's movin across the country to get away from us, Will lives in the Flerrida & commutes to Savannah, and ElWanda's hiding in Connecticut.

fire night

the week before thanksgiving, in savannah for the J&C wedding
i was a little stoked that this went down in my own future backyard.

Just a few things, before I sleep:

-First off, by the sounds of it, there is a man digging a grave in the empty lot 4 feet from my open window.  Excuse me sir-it's a little late to be digging in gravel, and you're scaring the shit out of me. (so if no one ever hears from me, he climbed in and killed me with is shovel. oh, and i think he's a gimp, so there's that to go on)

-Secondly, I am a poor poor packer. I have officially found half of everything I've looked for, and all of my Texas photos are in Texas, not here with me. Very convenient. I also managed to leave all of my back up dvd's in Tx.  Probably sitting next to my Canadian Whiskey, data cable, power cord, missing shoe, and my shampoo. 

In summation, creepy man may kill me tonight (i love you all, cremate my body) and there will be no photo updates (unless we count photobooth) until well into 2008. Way to go out with a great showin.

Happy New Years Eve!

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

guess what i got for jesus's birthday

it's either a dog, a twin, or a macbook pro. hmmmmm....

Please.

Can we be leaving now.

We like bus trips, remember. Together

we could watch those winter fields slip past, and

never care again,

think of it.

I don't have to be anywhere.

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

If you're not home, where
are you? Where'd you go? What
were you doing when gone? When
you come back, better make it good.

Numbers, Letters Amiri Baraka

And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note Amiri Baraka

thanks to a friend's lit homework, i remembered how much i love this mans words.

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.

...

Exhaustion is a last line of defense

where time either stops dead or kills you.

It teaches you to see what your eyes see

without questions, without the politics

of living in one city, dying in another.

How badly I would like to sleep now

in the shadows beside real things or beside

things that were real once, like the beaded gown

on the television, like the debut

of a song in New York in black and white

when my parents were there. I feel sometimes

my life was used up before I was born.
...

The Northeast Corridor, Donald Revell