8.4.10
love.
Gary to Ginsberg:
Listen man if you feel up to it will you write me a concise statement of your theory of beat ness and its relation to vision, poetry, and America? and to sex? I am seeing new angles to this rough Zen-discipline shot; perhaps by reducing one's life to essentials of eating (barely enough) and sleeping (barely enough) and working (hard) and subjecting you to constant psychological pressure of meditation and interviews they are, within a controlled situation, making you thoroughly beat (Rinzai is the sect of the big stick whack) and aware of what is samsara* and what one's body-self really craves, like food sex and sleep --
* Samsara: the cycle of birth, suffering, death, and rebirth
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7.4.10
6.4.10
When It Rains I Can Smell the Dead
Children are flying black kites in the street
their jackets coming unbuttoned with excitement,
and I begin to think about the tidal water in my hometown,
how my Sunday school teacher’s wife jumped
off the Cooper River bridge, and I am almost crying
when I think about her hands, how hard
they must have gripped the steel rail,
how sickeningly pretty she must have been
her brown hair fluttering behind her,
the grey ocean, grey sky, a white seagull, a ship.
When it rains I can smell the dead
birds being washed from the sidewalk
like some genesis, a calling to confess
the tightening of a fist, less than hopeful shrugs,
silence as I drove away from the old house.
It is this way now, roaring outside, electric
and damp, the chatter of broken wings blowing
down the street. My life has changed too much.
It is all carnal, my brain like a bin of week old fruits,
torched, side-of-the-road, and failing to sell.
I get out of bed this time of year like a stone ghost.
I am never at rest, ballooned, chewing raw rice
to assuage myself. In my dreams I heave into a clean well
and you don’t want to watch. To spread my legs is to weep
with you, so I will be water in caves beneath you
singing the beginning of a list, my mouth a cell, deep
and dark, in it the shoulder bone of my second baby.
I wonder how much longer you plan to stay
with me, how much longer until your lungs
have had enough of these dark hymns.
I am not who you thought, a valley,
yellow souled, a sad little woman leaping
for food, too short to reach the water, watching
the bar move higher up the wall, starving.
Afterwards I can’t stop crying, and all I want from you
is to say it is going to be okay, but you don’t
or you can’t, one, and I curl up to your turned body
in the dark, trying to find your heartbeat
as if it will allay this dead body in a dead house,
as if this wide embrace might save us.
4.4.10
a spring/summer project
If you are like me, I am constantly wrestling with my consumption of unnecessary things and the creation of unnecessary trash. I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect steward of the land and do not represent the typical radical environmentalist. (So no i will not be dumping red paint on your pelts ladies.) However, in an attempt to reconnect with nature and have a do it yourself project, I started my own deck garden, complete with flowers, herbs and vegetables. I am fortunate to have a small deck, well more like a very wide and roomy fire escape. With my garden in place and a new garden for the urban dweller; the window farming project, I thought I would share different gardening options for those who want to add a touch of green into their lives. Plus now i can stop buying cilantro in bulk.
And here is the rest of it.
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3.4.10
tagwall 2.0 start

the part not yet drawn is where the pieces fold and reassemble to make a cd case. the individual cases then snap together to make a cd book.
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2.4.10
what makes a "great" architect?
And I don't think this applies only to architecture, but rather most design disciplines. I definitely see how it applies to film and stage design. Also thinking about Rosalyn, I'm sure the need to possess a certain combination of skill sets also applies to creating poetry. I'd be interested to hear about how your architecture education translated, or didn't, into what you are doing now.
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29.3.10
elektra loveshack

28.3.10
27.3.10
Take a personal stand
Plus think of all the pennies you will save on your electric bill this month! Continue
26.3.10
23.3.10
18.3.10
spreading the word y'all...I'm getting published!!!!!!!
16.3.10
Sanity and/vs. Creativity
Insanity in sane people. Does stress, sleeplessness, too much caffeine or simply being human ever make you feel crazy? (When you literally doubt your sanity.) If or when you reach that very delicate line between sanity and insanity, what does it feel like? What questions do you ask yourself? What thoughts or actions seem insane to you? What in particular makes you reach this threshold? Have you ever crossed it? If you did, what was that like?
The creative process and sanity/insanity. Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of Eat, Pray, Love mentioned that working in creative professions, or simply being creative, makes other people nervous about our mental health in a way that working in other professions doesn't. Successful writers and artists do have higher rates of suicide and depression or mental disturbances than the average accountant -- is this the cost of creativity, the cause of creativity, or mere coincidence? If it is the cost of creativity, what is about creative endeavors that strains the sanity of the creator? Is it the pressure to be original? The fear of running out of inspiration? Bitchy muses?
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15.3.10
9.3.10
4.3.10
[announcing my collaboration with feng xie, fellow archie student here at syracuse on the spring '10 comprehensive studio project.]
let's see what happens.
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2.3.10
24.2.10
syracuse updatez.
SU SOA JUST POSTED THE SPRING LECTURE SERIES.
***p.s., my prof in NYC will be jonathan lott of the PARA PROJECT. hey, a video! [click picture on website] Continue