Notebooks
August 10, 2023 at 8:32 AM Orcas yesterday, five of them, their fins obsidian knives slashing the waves. Earlier I had gone for a swim in an outdoor pool. The afternoon was cool and overcast, but strangely it was when the clouds were parting, and the sun was allowed
Art Journal
The robin and his bug.
Poetry
Call me to your company, distant sun! Tear me from all this earthly pettiness. The dormant blazes of my feathers dawn As skyward mirrors to your effulgence. Concentric tower of spiraling winds— Climb me towards undisturbed solitude Where people shrink to stains remote and dim Under rolling seas of infinitude.
Art Journal
This week’s newsletter was originally about David Lynch. However, I received an interesting email from a reader last week regarding my previous post about Robert Eggers’ Nosferatu. With their permission I publish what they wrote to me so I can answer on my blog: “I don’t get how
Art Journal
Vampires and bicycles.
Politics
Cosmic awe: a case for compassion.
Poetry
My body is at the beginning and end of time. The past is memory’s invention, the future angst or hope: present is movement making me, my life yearning the expression of momentum breaking the seal of the Now; this blood and flesh thirsting for the moment’s start, and
Art Journal
He who jumped into the void.
Art Journal
Reflections on interpretation
Notebooks
March 22, 2024 at 11:49 AM Fascinating and fleeting dream last night. I was reading Ariosto and dozed off. The dream was more of a vision. I was not participating in it, but just observing its beauty. I was on the ground facing upwards to an immense cherry blossom,
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August 23, 2023 at 9:58 AM Caught an insect yesterday, quite similar to a mantis in form and color, with great crystal wings. It would comb its antennae like a girl wringing and brushing her hair with long, delicate gestures.
Poetry
And why the silence, and why your wintry night, Poor heart? Will you not give me a single rose? Did I neglect your hearths and faded torchlights? Your lone fields lay smothered in unyielding snows Where walks no moonlight, and your constellations Detach and blow as scintillating blizzards Down darkness