Friday, July 15, 2016

#315 The Face of Genius

This is taken from René
Magritte's ninth mixtape,
carrying on from, but a long
time after, his 16th century album,
The Perfect Pairing to Your Skin-

care Products, still remembered
fondly for its dramatic dub
version of the strangling of
Philip II, then Metropolitan
of Moscow, later sanctified.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

#314 L'Aube à Cayenne

The transition to full horti-
culture comes at a cost. A
six-hour flight, custom-built
containers, the whole year
as a graph where the darker

blue shadings represent the
twilight phases. Vasectomy
is less risky. Advancements
in robotics plus a coordinated
script have demonstrated good

outcomes—complete health
solutions controlled by the
human mind & tailored to go
the distance once mining be-
gins again at the Space Center.

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

#313 The Orchestra Conductor

It is self-
without the
watch. It is
the apple. Dis-

daining Mesmer
Magritte I
play Miles'
Time after Time
time after time
trying to

convince the
day to move
to a place
where I can
watch my hands
dance & dance
along with them.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

#312 La Grande Marée

Bells &


& sky

& tides

Winter snows, the
sleighbells. Broken ice
in the river. Parallax
measurements. How
people navigated &
predicted the weather
by watching meteors.

A small card with
the cloud template is
saturated with a deep
affection. I already
have the silver wing
in heartgold. It will
soon stop raining
in the mountains.

Clouds & small bells
falling from the sky. A-
mazing sea born water-
falls that appear as the
tides recede. Rocks left
outside the frame.

Computational power has
led us to revisit the
canonical tidal model.

Wednesday, June 08, 2016

#311 Georgette at the Piano

Just as my brushes on
a canvas make music,
so, too, more precisely,
does Georgette at her

chosen instrument. Desire
is put aside. Outside of
this room, yes; but here
the keyboard & her hands

are sharp areas of paint,
of color. Contiguous; &
only Arnold Schoenberg
could make music out of

the separate elements. But
here is where I hope to have
the magic to bring it all to-
gether, to put music into.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

#310 The Key to Dreams (1935)

The horse ≠ the door,
the clock ≠ the wind,
the jug ≠ the bird. But—
unless, of course,
something is lost in
translation—the valise =
the valise. So, open it
up, put in, in any order,

horse, door, clock, wind,
jug, & bird so that, out of
sight, they won't bother you
any more, & close. Open
the other valise & put
the first in that. Shut tight.

Friday, May 06, 2016

#309 A Friend of Order

The urge to analyze Magritte
has proved hard to resist.
Praising creative work is im-
portant: people need to feel
as if their work matters. A seg-
ment of the literature drawn
from the point of contact.

Most mornings I listen to the
BBC on my way to work, hear
how Pretty Boy Floyd has finally
been captured in one of the
vaults of the Chapelle Notre Dame
de Lourdes. Even as a young
girl, she had an urge to run.

Friday, April 08, 2016

#308 The Chamber of the Barley

It's a natural cycle. The
bird waits for the snow
to melt, for the water to
irrigate the land, for the
grain to grow, to ripen.

Then it swoops down, to
gorge. We hide in a cave, &
wait for the bird to find its
fullness, to retreat to its peak,
replete, to wait through winter.

#307 The Art of Living

The orange people
used to be every-
where. Now only
a few scattered centers
are left. All small,
except, of course, for
Donald Trump, the
center of the universe,

with his swollen head
& disconnected brain.
The body transformed
by a business suit; but his
face still stained from the
clothes he wore before.

Friday, March 11, 2016

#306 Le Pain Quotidien

If the visibility is
good, & you're on
top of something

like the Tokyo Tower,
then the city's most
beloved retro icon

might be seen main-
taining her exposure
to cloud-based apps.

Monday, February 22, 2016

#305 La Fissure

The earth opens up.
Money appears,
U.S. dollars. Some
change hands, the

rest remain in open
view, available to
anyone. A teaser?
Or a smoking gun?

What was. What
is. An open window
able to bend light
in both directions.