the third night in three where the moon was full

and nothing was still, and everything was happening, and all we thought we knew was only an image of what it may have been (if someone could remember properly)

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kevin sayshi

i'm making a film about electricity

olaf nicolai


break it down, sweethearts
electron concept orchestra - grazin' in the grass

and if you're like me, you want to continue to dance and be your hip self all night long; so see wfmu

eaten by the sea

click.

unity of opposites and the associated systematic ambivalence in the nature of things gestures towards the importance of interpretation, i read and copied out of my encyclopedia.



photooftheday.hughcrawford.com

she worked at the factory because her mom did too

and that's why she came over to my house with the secret ingredient for shortbread in December of 2001.

did you ever think that red and white might represent coming and going in this day and age. this way of gage.

i've melted 100 times already and the night's not even close to over. will we record in our histories that time began when we realized the potential for revolution? and hairspray? and packaged meats?


in norway i rode slow on trains and several ferry rides woven around fjords. i'm being swallowed whole.

the idea was to patch together a book

i'm not gone yet. prepare to have your socks knocked off. these are from this post on the bittersweet art of cutting up books, to which i was directed to by drawn! and wow. magical. some very special things happening. i'm not going to say anymore because that blog already did such a good job.


Jacqueline Rush Lee


Brian Dettmer


Cara Barer

p.s. - the title of this post is a line from a poem worth reading by david berman called The Night Nurse Essays. forgive me if you consider this a spoiling but these are the last few stanzas of it:

In that case his final words may have been damaged,
dormant expressions clambering out of their graves
with dust on the unstressed syllables,

before he was rudely shoved into the lake.

Pulled down through the cool green chambers,
we like to imagine him struggling awake
and suddenly realizing
he was seeing rain
in its original uncut form.

waxing and waning and waxing again

the other night i had this dream where someone pointed out how huge the moon was and somehow i knew even though i could see the whole thing that it was a new moon and not one about to wane. it was the opacity of the clouds in front of it that made me so sure that what i was seeing was trying to hide. it was big, low and seemed to be lit only slightly from the back. the next morning i woke up at 7 and tried to go for a hike in a grove of silver birches. i read the directions wrong and ended up at a provincial park on the escarpment that i traipsed through with soft feet because of the sign at the entrance that showed red circles around fires and tents but a big green one around a guy with a double barreled rifle. it seemed too early in the season to walk with such trepidation though i really wasn't sure. nothing happened. i did see a lot of quiet bees nestled under blossoms. so in related news, i've decided to start a new blog. time passes and sentiments change and somehow it doesn't seem right to be writing under the guise of apples and insects. not that it was ever really a guise. more like a particularity. in any event, the new blog is a project blog and less a vent space, which means i'll probably resurface around these parts now and again. it's a work in progress so i'll let you know when it's ready to go. i can't get that moon out of my head. my dreams have been so vivid lately.

100 things

a few of them:

1. can you believe they want to make more cuts to the funding of Canada's arts & culture sector? while i was away this summer i met this really lovely Berliner in Dingletown (yes...), Ireland who helped me brood over what makes the Americas so unique. she called it 'pulling from the white,' the opportunity to actively be a part of our own history...we're so new. what helps more to unite a community or maybe even aid the creation of a cohesive national identity than arts & culture? maybe you should think about signing this petition or talking to your local representative of parliament.

2. here's a life artist i currently am really enjoying and laughing with. his name is marc horowitz and i like the things he does. i am not so sure about the library vandalism, but mostly just because i'm more often than not worried that some computer might murder the public library system.

3. today i played something on the piano that made me emote all over the keys.

4. i am going to canoe down this river in a year