Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The immediacy of the day fades. Things grow faint.

Sometimes, I fear the morning.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Wars of the future will be fought by little brown girls refusing to eat.

-- Goliath and the Bunny, circa 2008

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I work on questions of identity. Sometimes, I don't know what the word means. In which case, my work is precisely about the points of not knowing and then recovering ground to make something known. The process occupies my thoughts, rather than a truthful identity.

Increasingly, I find many more lessons in this ambiguous field of the unknown and the floating and the tenuously held down boundaries of our selves.

Am also (very slowly) coming to terms with my multiple, hate, anger, unfixed and so unexpected.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Writing is hard.

All the accoutrements are in place.
My lamp shines bright, the clothes have been put away, the night is long.
And yet, no words come.

As if these were to be willed and would come, as it were, of their own accord.
As if.

I lull myself into non-existence and stare at the keys on the keyboard. And think slowly and softly of the past year. Of interviews and people and music and noise and the three lamps dangling from the ceiling in my old apartment. Of leaving this in the middle of the night to enunciate vowels and oversee calls.

The worlds will come. The words will come. They must.