not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Saturday, March 22, 2014

beating the lard pail, where image marries self


on a side road between providence bay and tehkumah, march 22, 2014

"One sits and beats an old tin can, lard pail.
One beats and beats for that which one believes.
That's what one wants to get near."

(from Wallace Stevens's "Man On The Dump")


i never grow tired of crows.  if i should grow tired of them then i would be tired of love and this world.  while we dally and blatter in the world of images, the crow so is.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Friday, March 14, 2014

if something must be said

  (and something must be said) what is enough?  and what is too much?



Wednesday, March 5, 2014

the boardwalk in winter


"All that I wish for exists, or has existed, or will exist somewhere. For I am incapable of complete invention. In that case how should I not be satisfied?" 
(Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace)