It started last night, chunks of ice appearing on the top of the waves. This morning, a lovely band of ice off-shore, something I haven't seen in a few years, and remember well from childhood.
In between the ice and the shore, the slate-colored waves try to move, but appear to be in slow-motion.
Ice is good. Really. Look it up.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Physics
dark matter draws me home
a collapse of sorts
says the scientist
a matter of folding in
the universe is tug of war
between going out and staying
home and it has made a black
hole in my couch
it’s not anti-matter I’m
after but dark energy
to push me past
the event horizon
or just to the event
where I wear the same
black dress and henhouse smile
money passes hand to hand
and everyone expands
I eat mashed potatoes
from a champagne flute
people peer over my head
for the next best galaxy
as they would a rusty
tractor left in a yard
the valets won’t touch
my pick-up but they don’t
know it’s from the future
or the pre-earth past
fueled by material so dark it’s
invisible, a divining rod
in search of water where I live
at the end of a one-way
street in a white house
when I enter home
crawls into my lap
and the scene, you know,
goes dark
a collapse of sorts
says the scientist
a matter of folding in
the universe is tug of war
between going out and staying
home and it has made a black
hole in my couch
it’s not anti-matter I’m
after but dark energy
to push me past
the event horizon
or just to the event
where I wear the same
black dress and henhouse smile
money passes hand to hand
and everyone expands
I eat mashed potatoes
from a champagne flute
people peer over my head
for the next best galaxy
as they would a rusty
tractor left in a yard
the valets won’t touch
my pick-up but they don’t
know it’s from the future
or the pre-earth past
fueled by material so dark it’s
invisible, a divining rod
in search of water where I live
at the end of a one-way
street in a white house
when I enter home
crawls into my lap
and the scene, you know,
goes dark
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Dream
I wonder if this one is in the dream interpretation books? Last night I woke up suddenly with this phrase in my head:
All art is about real estate.
Or maybe it was:
All art is real estate.
All art is about real estate.
Or maybe it was:
All art is real estate.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Letter to the Thieves
Dear Thieves,
Okay, keep the copper plumbing, the mountain bike, the scanner, printer, Pentax camera, digital camera, telephoto lens, roller blades, TV, VCR, the foreign language VHS tapes, Mitzi's earrings, South American jewelry, my irrelevant Sundance pass, the fur coats, the Shop Vac, and even the timers on the lamps.
But it would be swell if you returned the sewing box full of love letters. Or just the love letters.
The family heirloom quilt made by my grandfather's womenfolk on the occasion of his fighting in WWI--I'll buy it back.
And I'm just wondering:
what the hell are you going to do with the dildo?
Okay, keep the copper plumbing, the mountain bike, the scanner, printer, Pentax camera, digital camera, telephoto lens, roller blades, TV, VCR, the foreign language VHS tapes, Mitzi's earrings, South American jewelry, my irrelevant Sundance pass, the fur coats, the Shop Vac, and even the timers on the lamps.
But it would be swell if you returned the sewing box full of love letters. Or just the love letters.
The family heirloom quilt made by my grandfather's womenfolk on the occasion of his fighting in WWI--I'll buy it back.
And I'm just wondering:
what the hell are you going to do with the dildo?
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Cleveland Promo (2003)
| A promo Andy Timithy did in 2003 for Cleveland, Ohio. It was rejected by the Cleveland Visitors Bureau. Music by St. Germain - "Pont de Arts" | |
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