November 2010
24 posts
Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the...
If you have seen the snow somewhere slowly fall on a bicycle, then you understand all beauty will be lost and that even the loss can be beautiful. And if you have looked at a winter garden and seen not a winter garden but a meditation on shape, then you know why this season is not known for its words, the cold too much about the slowing of matter, not enough about the making of it. So you are...
Flying at Night
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn back into the little system of his care. All night, the cities, like shimmering novas, tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.
“Flying at...
“Our bodies are not final. We are moving, all of us, in our common humankind,...”
– An Imaginary Life, David Malouf
WatchChris Garneau- Dirty Night Clowns
Because you need more marionettes in your life.
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emmy the great::where is my mind?...
