I have been busy

spending time on baking/crafts/pinatas/drawing/writing/&c.

with this wonderful lady in particular

a blog I really like is
fuck you very much

take-off, one week

lifeblood, documenta

a really nice collection of photos of the New York Subway in the 1980's,

the blood-filled arteries of a city pumping with organic, authentic, city-brewed culture

a collection of four different photographers,

found HERE,

i am a temporal spasm of light

it's only an ocean,

letters

emails

facebook

skype

telegrams

telephone booths

carrier pigeons

glass bottles

paper airplanes

a check/list

to fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big abcs, to sign, shout, swear, to organize prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence, to prove your non plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life just as the latest-appearance of some whore proves the essence of God.

years ago I found this artist Neil Forrest purely by accident,

(I think he is the head of ceramics at NSCAD)

which has led me to this fascinating site

things i saw tonight

before watching The Cook the Thief His Wife and Her Lover

the fullness of the wind

just some ethereal photos by Li Hui

CXI.

(If you have ever quit an imaginary job over an imaginary pay cut,

mistakenly taken your house's thermostat for a dial

with which to focus the windows,

written a play about the special relationship that blooms

when a withdrawn honor student is assigned to tutor

the school's basketball star,

fallen in love with the woman who plays the part

of your character's wife and bears you a child

that can communicate with rust,

been deafened by the panoply of voices in the classifieds

tied up every private detective in town with false leads,

taken photos of people saying "shut up,"

or know a place where you can get married at midnight,

then you know what I'm talking about.)

part of the poem from David Berman's book Actual Air

From Cantos for Michael Michener: Part II

an internet find I can neither properly source nor take credit for

BUT DOES

IT FLOAT

I've been wanting to share this website (blog?) for a while,

and I think this beautiful most recent post is a good start

they have a really lovely system of pairing a photo series

with a nice quote,

for example, Photographs from University of Illinois "Kite Derby Day," 1957,

with When grown people talk about the innocence of children, they

don't really know what they mean, (Faulkner)

(they've sourced these images from here)

but does it float

long distance

art from found and recycled objects?, yea, we've heard of it,



BUT

El Anatsui,

is a fantastic (and one of the best known) artist from Africa (Ghana)

and brings a new level of politics to his recycled materials (I think)

more images

I have been meaning to post this ever since I posted Kelly Gough's blanket,

particularly his blankets, which are rendered with so much care and traditional craft

I saw one piece at the met last fall and could have stared at it

for hours,

like many dreamers, you mistake disenchantment for truth

photographer margaret durow; website; flickr;

CLAUDINE DOURY

beautiful portrayal of the cultures lives and landscapes of regions

like Siberia, and Uzbekistan,

so I'm sure you're happy to know that I still accomplish

nothing but

spend far too much time

surfing flickr,,

but seriously, a photopool called Mysterious Vintage Photos

this was about a week ago,

IT KILLS, this loft was beautiful

i went to sackville new brunswick

spun under the cast spell of swamp magic

i squashed my glasses

i took zero photos

i got nearly zero sleep

i swam in a silty lake at sundown

i saw some music and i talked my face off

if you'll excuse me, i need to go take some oil of oregano