Tuesday, August 31, 2010

a fact is a fact is a fact

my frame allegedly encourages pedophilia.

people...it is often irritating to listen to the repeating they are doing.

Not Until I am a Lion, I say

Gertrude Stein delivered her last living specimen from her hospital bed, "What is the answer?" she inquired, and getting no answer said, laughing, "In that case, what is the question?"

Nothing Prepared

"Not reaching the summit was, in the end, a delicate victory." Helene Cixous from Firstdays of the Year.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Havasupai truth

"I entered the mystery and the mystery ignored me," Brenda Hillman says with no heartbreak. So, the woman is left with a glorious sense of zero. Like Mother Earth, that ever changing yet radically inconsolable She, I am finding power in that concept of negative capablility: being nothing so you can in turn be everything. As the waves come in and go out. I do not know what I am looking for but I am willing to let most everything disentegrate for the seach. Imi loa. Now the focus becomes tallying the cost of what it means to be forever in this position.

Proactively eager to see what the harvest will be.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

riding a wild horse...my kingdom for a horse

"And since I want to be alive until I'm dead, I listen for sounds that, in Spinoza's terms, are identical with that part of my nature that orients me towards the world. Louis Zukofsky expresses it sweetly in response to L. S. Dembo's question in an interview conducted in 1969:

Q. Where does the idea of love fit in ...

A. Well, it's like my horses. If you're good enough to run, or you feel like running, you run. If you want to live, you love: if you don't want to live, you hate, that's all. It's as simple as that ...

Zukofsky's work is filled with horses, epic horses, Homer's horses, Ovid's Lenti, Lenti Noctis Equi (1) , Richard the III's 'A horse! A horse! my Kingdom for a horse.'"

my Claudia Keelan "Estatic Emigre". she knows.
wolf spider is of the same web. same lips at least.

under the shadow of a broad rimmed hat


...But I can tell you what I saw
Nude #13 arrived when I was not watching for it.
It came at night.

Very much like Nude #1.
And yet utterly different.
I saw a high hill and on it a form shaped against hard air.

It could have been just a pole with some old cloth attached,
but as I came closer
I saw it was a human body

trying to stand against winds so terrible that the flesh was blowing off the bones.
And there was no pain.
The wind

Was cleansing the bones.
They stood forth silver and necessary.

Anne Carson "The Glass Essays"

cleansing wind, scrubbing sand, clean white bone.
georgia smiling.

that most limited of all specialists, the "well-rounded" man

"--life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all."
The Great Gatsby by that wily F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Polyculture Shock

"The native peoples who inhabited these lands long before us worshipped the Earth; they were educated by it. They didn't require schools and churches -- their whole world was one." --Michael Ableman, organic farmer, Goleta, California.

There is a concept in chaos and complexity literature called a "sweet spot". There exists a sweet spot between chaos and order, gas and crystal, wild and tame. In that spot lies the powerfully creative force of self-organization (aka "order for free") where we organize based on our strengths. In a polyculture (of more than one love) we breed not just one crop, but all the difficulties and joys that come with multiple crops. Seek that sweet spot where all of our abilities to perform, or even exceed performance, flourish next to each other.


Biomimicry...the whole world is a church.


Monday, August 23, 2010

love

"They were talking about him at lunch, said Richard. (But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.)...He had not said "I love you"; but he held her hand. Happiness is this, is this he thought." Virginia Woolf, "Mrs. Dalloway"

There are things we know we need to say but we cannot say them. It is as if language is expendable in order to connect. Even in our utmost desire to connect there is a gap, even in marriage, where solidute is diginty. "And there is a dignity in people; a solitude; even between husband and wife a gulf; and that one must respect..." The connection comes from mudane things like reaching to hold a hand. Or fridge food writing.

wicked beast

i have a whole motion on defining what "wicked", "bad", "phat" means. but the wicked beast of inspiration calls me back.