May 24, 2009
Following a night of exertion, our glad-sashed Heroine slept late,
And the professor whiled away the day spinning extended proofs for his theories of time travel.
The Quantum Twin rolled the dice and got used to being both here and there,
While, the Raven-Headed Interloper took an extra drive around the block.
Constance chose not to sweat the math, and Charity wandered in a day dream.
The Last Innocent was unconsciously avoiding stairs, televisions, and other hazards.
The Faded Oracle wept, while the Oracle of R_ flipped through wallpaper patterns.
We should have known the nose might break apart on re-entry.
We let the cosmonauts down this time.
This one had been bouncing around in my head for a week or so. Jotted notes while descending into Louisville. (I think I'd finish my first book if I could just get $10,000 in grants to spend on flights.) Brushed it up and messed with the sequencing this morning. Might have a ways to go.
Also made a lot of notes for the "Quantum Twin" piece. I still don't know if that name is right.
May 21, 2009
It was a good day. Also managed to eat cheeses from France, Ireland, and Italy; and to drink wine from Austria, France, and Japan.
Locavore doesn't mean "crazy eater?"
Whaddup carbon footprint!
Did I mention that yesterday was a good day?
May 17, 2009
This week was crazy. Wednesday was particularly crazy. I shook Bill Clinton's hand and mumbled, "Thanks for everything," which I really mean / meant. I almost mispronounced my own name.
I can't believe how nervous I was, but I guess I can. Had I not been surrounded by folks -- many of whom are my clients -- I probably would've been a lot more collected.
May 12, 2009
For weeks, our Heroine is visited by dreams of ravens.
She sits sequin-slippered, the congress circled around her.
The ground is a broad, tan expanse.
Spare no expense, even roses
Need ladders to scale the heavens.
Awake, our Heroine flies coach as the sun sets,
Three tones ringing down her spine.
Asleep, pair after pair fly in opposite directions
And return with shiny shiny things, bleached bones,
A dead canary.
She sits glad-sashed and unsequined on the Freezing Lake.
The pitch, the turn, the ever after.
She’s seeing spots.
Awake, the old pattern is a tractor beam?
Professor, can it be sutured?
Move too fast and you’ll always be lonely, he warns.
Photosynthesis is a seductive something.
Don’t confuse energy with food.
And the Great Cat.
Asleep, the circle or ravens now a circle
Of cast-off feathers and whispered caws:
Balm and salt. Balm and salt.
First found. Trapped child. Food shroud.
Trapped kitten. Last found.
Balm and salt. Balm and salt.
My footing holds strong. But what for?
A change in air pressure squelching in her ears.
Enter the Raven-Headed Interloper,
That’s the dangerous thing about a pendulum.
...still working on the Chastity piece (which just keeps changing on me and won't hold still) and the Bear piece, too, but apparently the Interloper is a cutter (as in "cutting line" not "high school goth archetype").
May 7, 2009
Lightly Edited Notes for Something Like “End over End” (or... Christ, There's a Lot of Violence in My Head Lately)
Our Heroine tumbling end over end
This is the last time I
Pain is never
Didn’t anticipate that booby trap
Should’ve known she couldn’t trust a
The Quantum Twin fluttered in the corner of her eye
Luckily she was impervious to
(compare to ballet?)
Descriptions of the tumbling
Her coat swirling around her in the dank air of _____ port,
A knot forming on her skull
Curled tight in a all around the impact
Her head thrown back, hair tracing an arc
One leg caught awkwardly under her body
Something about an animal, space leech, robot something burrowing into her
Down stairs, down a mine shaft, from a low orbit, from a plane, from the Glass Tower, from a moving car, truck, van, motorcycle
Down a hill, an embankment
At 12, at 16, at 20, at 30
Morning, noon, night, the dead of night, twilight, dawn, sunset, midnight
New moon, full moon, moons waxing and waning, harvest moons, blue moons
Screaming, silently, groaning, unconscious
Why the litanies? Preparing to end? Trying to own? To control?
Why all the violence? Don’t you know
From a car… In a car… (parallel repetition)
On a flatbed? jet ski, hang glider, boat – cigarette boat, aircraft carrier
May 5, 2009
Saw it at Marfa. It is short, but it is awesome.
Here's the Marfa festival blurb: Join Ledo and Ix on their existential buddy ride down the fraught-filled paths of a video game adventure. A wonderfully realized little tale, with appropriately crude animation, the film puts us in the boat (once literally) with these brave and not-so-brave little characters and gives us a brand new perspective on fear of the unknown.
See it all here. And then get excited here, about the new episode in production.
Justin took a shit ton of great shots while we were in Texas. You should look at them and see just how photogenic Greg is (no really) and just how weird that weird spot behind my right ear is.
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May 4, 2009
Meant to publish this and one other skull before I left for Marfa vacation but had all this trouble getting it to come through at "actual size." More to come and much much to come about the awesome that was Marfa.
Still struggling with "Massive Destruction," the Bear and now a new piece that I wrote tons of notes on as we decended into DFW on the way out last Wednesday. A strange burst... I guess I'm still more afraid of flying (well take off and landing) than I admit front-of-mind. And so much violence in what I've been up to. Disturbing.
Previous skulls appeared in Lamination Colony (edited by Michael Kimball) recent like and not hard to find, and earlier in a bit of Unpleasant Event Schedule (edited by Daniel Nester) no longer available online.
May 2, 2009
Leading up to the reading Justin Sirois and I have at the Marfa Book Company tonight, we'll be on the local NPR station here in a few hours (12noon Central, 1pm Eastern) gabbing about Narrow House and reading a thing or two.
You can even listen to it online (I think): http://www.marfapublicradio.org/
These past few days in Texas have been amazing, and I'm sorry that it'll be winding down soon. But I do miss my ladies.