Tag Archives: Dream Notation

badlands a liminal stateboth the simplicity and the purposeyou can’t escape yourself What I’m Reading: “The reason I’m an artist is because it’s a place where you can be totally free.” — May Stevens / My Mothers

What I’m Reading: “You pass a lot of discarded trash as you walk.” — Werner Herzog / Of Walking In Ice

Low Bar Calisthenics I’ve set the new low bar, taking left turn after left turn. I’m walking circular—or in squares, I should say. I should say I hope this makes sense (but know fully well it won’t). I should say … Continue reading →

Perdo’s Pox (redux) Night falls— A black feather,A white hair,A brittle bone,A rasp for air— The moon unmoored. What I’m Reading: “The wind worries the woods outside. This morning Night was drowned on cold gray waves.” — Werner Herzog / … Continue reading →

change denuded ideas in choppedready to go-mix sourcesof wisdom set oneagainst the other:change utryso hardbut u can’tu won’t butu try again and againu fail better again and again What I’m Reading: “A train stopped on the plain / Deaf stars … Continue reading →

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; / But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.” — Wallace Stevens / “Of the … Continue reading →

Autocorrectionals I was assigned a sanity rating at birth that does not compute. The birds don’t sing as much as they scream—a singer once sang that, and it was recorded—go and check. I’ve checked my packets, and all the seeds … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: “I’m waiting for the words / to catch up to my heart / which is / elliptical at the moment” — Jason Bayani / “Someday, Again”

Run Away There’s a need to say something—but what? That I’ve run away from home again? That I’m trying to figure out why Pablo Fanques Fair was such a scene? That the scree and other debris that gets in my … Continue reading →