Metaphor for a Gnostic

The right speck of dust falls in just the right spot on the open page and makes a period appear as a colon: that is a metaphor for the gnostic disturbance (also for the impulse to communicate a meaningless crypto-event in one's illegible life, eg via blogging).

The Most Real Thing

The roadscapes of 4-lane commercial drag: they seem to go on forever, the way life seems to go on forever, to Canada, to Latin America: nothing more real than these Dunkin Donuts and Staples and all that furniture and fast food and roadside detritus, yes, it's an experience of the sublime, the polluted sublime of post-modernity, of failure to build anything 'modern'. Cities being just obstacles to the steady expansion of the 4-LANE COMMERCIAL DRAG, one hopes it will wrap both magnetic poles under one bustling belt, unify everybody under the sign of shitty jobs and junk for sale. Wonderful. They tell you not to dwell on it, but--there it is--and you have so much LOVE to give, that you have to love it. What else would you do? IF you could not love it (if it will not speak back your love) perhaps you can go on loving it anyway, to yourself, tragically- that would be a kind of modernity.

Expertise

I'm not a boy; I'm not a girl:
I'm an expert.

Digester Egg #1

THIS KNIFING LOVE I CANNOT FACE
IS FOR THE PAST -- A TIME & PLACE

"Preserving the Merritt Parkway's Bridges to the Past" -- LA Times, Oct 27 2009

Dateline: Stratford, Conn

Memorable Equinox

"This sensitiveness was not the least charm of this roaming that began by being blank, not the least charm of this pure act the alacrity with which it welcomed defilement. But very nearly the least."

--"Ding-Dong" by Samuel Beckett