How, and from where, we look. From above, at three thousand feet above the town, soaring through the clouds and piercing them with the nose of the great machine we are riding, the world looks wondrous, all the way up to ten thousand feet. But it’s the clouds that look most wondrous, in their expanse…More
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On words
On words. What’s the word for that time in your life, when you’re trying to get back to where you were, but it takes forever, he asked. Despair, I said, and he sort of chuckled under his breath. I guess that’s a good word for it, he said with a lighter tone than was fitting…More
When it comes down to it
When it comes down to it: you have to keep doing what you’re doing, even in the face of the obstacles set up by your importunity and stupidity. We might ourselves be our greatest enemies and our most insurmountable difficulties, but even this, however true it turns out to be, gives us no excuse. It…More
Deathinitions
Alive, that means to stretch and have something to stretch. Alive, that means to give the potluck your secret recipe. Alive, that means a combination of steam and fantasy, like clouds. Alive, that means to etch out space out of nothing but space. Alive, that means a dream of the dead, a vast moving showing…More
The be(a)st ideas
We might have passed the time when a man or a woman or another gives rise to an idea worth emulating or cultivating, and in that way gives that idea continued life. Now…now every idea is a caged idea. The idea is let out a little while to perform and wave its hands, then it…More
Before we had these things….
What was it likeBefore we had these things?Did we look one anotherIn the face more often,Did we tire of looking into Those searching and foreign eyes?What was it likeWhen we knew the feelingOf the ground beneath our toes,Or of questions askedWithout answers to them in our handsLike cold worms?Maybe it was a dreamBefore, when we…More
Love the Dust 