cavil and caw

the diacritics (dada tanka @ n+7)

i cavil and caw
i eat yams in a yashmak

you cough wrath unmasked
you backhand a cedilla

the diacritical—we

What I’m Reading:

“Sometimes, when I catch myself emptying a bucket of my own shit, butchering a deer, shifting manure in the pissing rain, or doing any of the thousand other small things which make up my life—things that, at other times, would have seemed hare-brained, unethical, absurd—a feeling of ‘how the hell did I get here?’ comes over me. This was never part of the programme. Like everyone, I had dreams of success and the good life, but somewhere along the track, a place I can’t quite put my finger on, the definition of those words began to change, and my life with it.”

— Mark Boyle / Long Way Home: Tales from a life without technology

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our very humanity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“The first cop that handcuffed me / [was my father] / left me bound / till my fingers blued.”

— Torrin A. Greathouse / “On Confinement”


“What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?”

— Henry David Thoreau / “Walking”


“Reflecting here, I think I understand something more of why Henry journaled, and why there is so much good writing in it, so little lazy writing, so many elaborate metaphors and full sentences. Writing is willing permanence.”

— Ben Shattuck / Six Walks: In the Footsteps of Henry David Thoreau


“Draw an imaginary map.

Put a goal mark on the map where you want to go.

Go walking on an actual street according to your map.

If there is no street where it should be according to the map, make one by putting the obstacles aside.

When you reach the goal, ask the name of the city and give flowers to the first person you meet.

The map must be followed exactly, or the event has to be dropped all together.

Ask your friends to write maps.

Give your friends maps.”

— Yoko Ono / Map Piece


“… In 2021, full-time, year-round working women typically earned 84 cents for every dollar earned by their male counterparts … CAP analysis also shows that if the gender wage gap continues to shrink at the rate it has between the passage of the Equal Pay Act in 1963 and 2021, median full-time, year-round working women will not achieve pay parity with men until 2056… Women and their families cannot afford another 30 years of suffering the negative economic consequences of the wage gap, and even this rate of progress is not necessarily guaranteed—particularly without any structural change.”

— Rose Khattar & Sara Estep / “What To Know About the Gender Wage Gap as the Equal Pay Act Turns 60” / Center For American Progress


“I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didnt. I dont blame him. If I was him I’d have the same opinion about me that he does.”

— Cormac McCarthy / No Country for Old Men


“When human beings look at other human beings in their midst and instead of seeing other human beings see a threat, see something monstrous, or don’t see at all, our very humanity is at stake.”

— Elizabeth Alexander / The Trayvon Generation

What I’m Listening To:

“I wonder where I am
I wonder if the water is swallowing the land
I wonder if an image is realer than the thing”

— Swans / “The Parasite”

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(dogs some kids know) in my neighborhood pt. 35

What I’m Reading:

“Today I often said forest to myself. Truth itself wanders through the forests.”

— Werner Herzog / Of Walking In Ice

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temporary artistic ice

o function! (white out #35 redux)

What I’m Reading:

“… human civilisation is an intensely fragile construction. It is built on little more than belief: belief in the rightness of its values; belief in the strength of its system of law and order; belief in its currency; above all, perhaps, belief in its future … Once that belief begins to crumble, the collapse of a civilisation may become unstoppable. That civilisations fall, sooner or later, is as much a law of history as gravity is a law of physics.”

The Dark Mountain Manifesto

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in my (these) neighborhood(s) pt. 34 (as in some things seen from a bike)

Jamaica Plain, MA
Bridgewater, MA
Massasoit State Park, MA
East Bridgewater, MA
Hingham, MA
Milton, MA

What I’m Reading:

“Traveling alone, you get to be whoever you want. I don’t mean lie. I mean you get to be a blank slate. You can’t leave behind your skin color, or your height, or the handsomeness or homeliness of your face. But you can leave your story behind. If you’ve broken hearts, the new place doesn’t know. If you’ve lost trust in people and yourself, the new place doesn’t know.”

— Jedediah Jenkins / To Shake the Sleeping Self: A Journey from Oregon to Patagonia, and a Quest for a Life with No Regret

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two flat skunks

dead stuff / summer solstice (tanka and haiku with envoi)

yesterday i spied
many dead animaloids
whirred by at some speed
‘bout 14 miles fast—
i hope to see less today…

a rash of squirrels—
white bone and feather blue jay
its blue crest intact

a spattering of chipmunk—
smelled, saw, two flat skunks—
a pigeon who’d felt better—

as i ran away again
on this fine summer solstice

What I’m Listening To:

“Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron
Under mats of flower lava
Please don’t pull me out
This is how I would want to go”

— XTC / “Summer’s Cauldron”

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gesture becomes statement

gesture (haiku)

suggestion through paint
a gesture becomes statement
splash of blue on red

What I’m Reading:

“Don’t evaluate a short ride in physiological terms. Easy pedaling is good thinking time.“

— Grant Petersen / Just Ride: A Radically Practical Guide to Riding Your Bike

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to receive anointment

mats of flower lava

Press play above to watch short film mats of flower lava (:29)

What I’m Reading:

“Maybe what I want when I go out in nature is not to see it, but to be seen by it. To receive anointment.”

— Ben Shattuck / Six Walks: In the Footsteps of Henry David Thoreau

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want to forget

The Best Stuff I (Re)Read This Week

“Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice.”

— Cormac McCarthy / The Passenger


“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?”

— Cormac McCarthy / All the Pretty Horses


“Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.”

— Cormac McCarthy / Suttree


“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever … You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.”

— Cormac McCarthy / The Road


“Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he’s made of it. You tell me that I want God’s love? I don’t.”

— Cormac McCarthy / The Sunset Limited


“The point is there ain’t no point.”

— Cormac McCarthy / No Country for Old Men


“When all trace of our existence is gone, for whom then will this be a tragedy?”

— Cormac McCarthy / Stella Maris

What I’m Listening To:

“Now he sits all alone
And it’s no place like home
It’s empty skin
A bag to keep life’s souvenirs in”

— XTC / “The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul”

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a truffle kabuki

Rapid Eye Pie

The lotus-eaters adjourn — full of Dutchman’s breeches and fox gloves.

Floating.

Touring the recesses and regressing — shading the noncommittal lilacs.

A truffle kabuki in shadow play and detonation — a respectful lunch.

Fingertips asses — illuminating a marginalized yet vital mentality.

Softly.

Somnolent.

A drowsy stoop.

They sop the soporific up — an impossible dream awaits.

No feat of slumber skillet to thwart their sleep.

Doze.

What I’m Reading:

“Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.”

— Cormac McCarthy / Blood Meridian, or The Evening Redness in The West

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