Saturday, December 03, 2016

#336 The Postcard





Chère Georgette

The apple is full, & almost ready
for eclipse. But the UV rays it
gives off are intense, & I've been
exposed to an overdose of them,
simply by going out onto the balcony
to see if the eclipse has started yet.

I should be wearing a hat, but
a bowler is not the easiest thing to
have on all the time. Maybe I should
have bought one of those embroidered
baseball caps that Donald Trump gets
around in & brought it with me. With
a different message, though. Nothing
as gauche & inviting hubris as his
hat has. Something simple, apt. Like
"un objet rencontre son image."

Ton mari
René

Saturday, November 26, 2016

#335 A Taste of The Invisible (1927)


In this world of billions, we are
told that the entire global
economy essentially boils down
to just two idealized people, a
buyer & a seller. True theology

is not about the mistaken road
or a cold evening in cardboard
boxes. Think fresh pear, allocate
taste descriptors—sweet, bitter,
ripe, crunchy, peppery—but

any of those terms can equally
be applied to many other unseen
things. Macro or micro, there is a
commonality—once out of sensory
range, all things become invisible.

Monday, November 21, 2016

#334 L'okapi




If he truly loves the woman
he must wear anneaux ronds
torsadés en laiton oxidé
in a
section of town that still shows

fleeting moments of animal
behavior. It's a weathered,
crumbling place, made all
the more magnificent by

trackless centuries filled
with polished pop & striking
synths, & the towering masses
of the Virunga volcanoes.


Sunday, November 20, 2016

#333 The Beneficial Promise




Psychological research confirms the
headline that the trillions of beneficial
bacteria already in our intestines will
strengthen privacy protections for
the digital age. Not all such antipoverty
efforts hit their mark; but down-home
adages such as "real maple syrup
shows promise in protecting brain
health," when combined with the
original concepts of kindergartens,
reflect a truth in human development.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

#332 Landscape






This was the year the
samba arrived in La
Côte d'Azur
. Fashionably

late, as befits a traveler
with either a load of
baggage & a room to go

to, or else with just a
parasol & a promised
place beneath the palms.



Monday, November 07, 2016

#331 A Poster Project for the Affiliated Unions of Belgian Textile Workers


Myra was tempted into the milieu of the
sub-prime mortgage. World capitalism
went into meltdown. Crisis resolution
has since become extremely complex.

Grim door Of war

The Flowering Dogwood is some-
times treated as a separate genus.
Shuttles are often made of wood
from the Flowering Dogwood.
Climb a bell tower to get up close.
For it was the war-time work

The filling yarn is carried through the
shed of warp yarns to the other side
of the loom by finger-like carriers called
rapiers. A rapier loom is a shuttleless
weaving loom, bending the political system
at the center of the world economy.

Of the women Of the Brussels Lace Committee

Mule spinners' cancer is caused by the
prolonged action of mineral oils on
the skin of the scrotum. Shale oil was
deemed to be the most carcinogenic.

That opened the way to me.

From 1911 to 1938, there were 500
deaths amongst cotton mule spinners
but only three amongst wool mule
spinners. How could sub-prime
mortgages going sour turn into an
aging population of skilled women?

Bobbin.

A stationary package of yarn is used to
supply the weft yarns in the rapier machine.

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

#330 Le Sourire du Diable



Oedipus might feel intimi-
dated. A giant keyhole,
a tiny key. But that's
what happens when you
run home to Mother, no
matter whether she's
the legendary subject
of a da Vinci portrait

or the restoration of an
earlier restoration of a
heavy prog band out of
Germany, known for the
completely self-referential
songs of the female lead.



























[…not only to read the text & to look at the pictures but to fill the gap between the two with meaning — that is, to produce a plausible fiction that will relate them — then the key is to the keyhole as the text is to the pictures.]

Alain Robbe-Grillet:
La Belle Captive



Sunday, October 23, 2016

#329 The Evening Gown

I am going through a lean
period. Words do not
make sense or hang
together the way they
should. At night I watch

the stars. They should be
easy to describe. A single
word, a simple phrase.
Instead they are all the
same even though I give

them separate names.
Thousands die by day.
They all have the same
name. Famine & firefights
in countries that were once

romantic, that poets passed
through on their way to
somewhere else. I read a-
bout them even though the
words do not make sense,

run together in a way they
should never do. Stars
do not come out. I give
the spaces separate names.
They are all anonymous.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

#328 Prince Charming


This piece is / a note on this piece.

She found it unicorned inside the
hiding-place of those animals
that did not make it onto the Ark.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

#327 Reflections of Time


Emerged from
a spell of writing A
to the Q of an
email interview.
One unexpected
outcome was a

change in the type-
face I'd been using.
Used to be Verdana—
now it's Palatino
Linotype. If you
can't give your

words historical
importance then
the least you can
do is to make
them look a little
more attractive.





Thursday, October 13, 2016

#326 Une panique au moyen âge


               for Kirsten Kaschock




     Exuberance 
     is in an eye 

               much more be-
               holden to the

          magic of the 
          moment than 

                    to the pattern 
                    of the dance.