Friday, February 26, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

God I want to have
pyrrhic feet but I also
want to be nimble

Friday, February 19, 2010

Vive l'остранение!!!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Small Merz Tower, Seated Teletubby, Cauliflower Ear

Zef lingo:

Brannewynvlekke – small dents and scratches on a car
Ching – money
Loodkettie – gun
Darkies – sunglasses
Vroetelvarkie – a sugar daddy
Karate-water – brandy
Graft – working or place of employment
Sponskind – a softie
Pyle – cigarettes

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Lesson for Dropping-in:

If you want to keep your footing,
avoid wrecking your knee,
dislocating a shoulder, etc.,
you must immediately commit
all of your body-weight forward
and down, onto the front leg,
the one initially bearing no weight.
Any hesitation that sees you
still favoring the back leg
as you disengage the coping---
an instinct of caution and self-
preservation---will likely mean
busting your ass in a spill.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Pigeons Thirstily Drinking Stagnant Water From A Granite Bench


(I find myself wearing
shirts pretty
strictly because they're
so practical.)

Friday, February 12, 2010

Cowl, Confection, or Pall?

Notes on Some Early Films of Peter Hutton

(I saw portentous billowings

dead-silent swirls, emanations of
a vast cthonic ensilvering mind---
displeased perhaps but spilling

out abundance prodigally,
requiring nothing)

Close-cropped visions: a shadow
and a patch of light and a few forms

quiver respire sit flash
against each other, expropriated
for a moment from
the lesser sphere of human
bustle and leverage and accounting

(No text here, no symbols at all
This is respite from language)

The eye we're given refuses
to move, it transfigures through
distillation, the projector-purr
warming every tiny drama
of dark and light tones

Kinetic icons, transitory-spectral
signs---though most with no
referent---appearing and vanishing
at variable speeds

We all feel a discreet tension
not untinged by dread
in waiting for something to breach
each frame, or---the tension
torqued---in responding when
something does

The smallest movement, not
occurring or not noticed at first,
in the shot's remotest corners
or, poignantly minute, in the barely
perceptible recesses of the
surface-mesh, suddenly animates
the whole, floods the austere
scene with possibility

And the eye closes, reverently,
as if to savor and swallow
the seen, the event-with-its-things

(I saw shimmers that kept
multiplying in each successive act!)

Le Parti Pris Des Choses,
unabashed love for duration,
for that which endures, and how

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Do not fuck
with me on this, I
am determined
to grieve.