Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
every corner there was perspective. ..."
From "Shiver & You Have Weather" by Matthea Harvey
Things are at full-tilt in the workin' whirled as well as in the learnin' whirled.
Not much respite in sight, so I'm shimming in a tiny bit of art as I can between the press of commerce and the rhizome-laden groves of academe.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
"...Suppose we were the first to begin
Living forever. Let's start
Right now. ..."
From "The Slop Barrel: Slices of the Paideuma for All Sentient Beings" by Philip Whalen
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
"...white grass crackling
all the way to the well shed,
the burning that must
have been coming from me."
From "Messenger" by R. T. Smith
Workload's increased, school's about to start, art history paper's in progress, and thus poky posting. No worries -- I still have rust to share.