i remember Gainesville
watching my/self pass
invisible
and
undeniable as the wind.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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throwing art into the void
- circles... all the way down
- This venue serves as both medium and laboratory, an attempt to examine the shape of nostalgia and experiment with the contours of memory.
concentric circles
whatcha lookin' for?
"time is a scam"
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- this year's costume
- rumination on memory and voice
- Listening to NPR in Atlanta (for Plumbs and peaches)
- "the incident"
- playing hooky
- you missed something
- you might miss something
- la nuit dernière
- while the thoughts raged
- dots>connections
- listening to January 2000 on a Wednesday afternoon...
- all binge, no purge
- whittling
- the temperature is 58°
- hamburger, witch doctors, procrastination
- today's ingedients:
- Stravinsky v. my yin
- short poem for Chris Marker
- dreaming as Bill Burroughs in mid-October
- in memory of childhood friendships
- "let me count the ways..." (before noon)
- gluttony v. dearth
- stemming the rose
- about last night
- something fishy
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