In search of creative rug solutions. I am thinking of sewing many burlap sacks, used previously for the transport of coffee beans into a large area rug. Also considering using our massive supply of Mexican blankets layered over each other and anchored by steel balls (manufactured next door at the steel mill)... Still thinking...
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
pigeons!
this is a pigeon egg. i throw pennies at the male i hate him. he enters my dreams, and we make pigemanic amends, but the sun rises, and he gurgles his throbbing gullet until i awake with unrest, and i hate him. i gently urge the female away from her nest, i feel her fear and sadness, and i enact monstrous selfishness, and remove her nest. egg and all. this is ceaseless, and none of us three ever seem to learn.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Swet is so patient as I take on the role of director, inviting large equipments and crew into our afternoon home. He sits very handsomely perusing a record, until I steal his hat, and his record because he makes it look so very nice in the four pm light.
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
can we hither...sure sure sure!
we stagger at the flame already lit.
we choke of the easy dance,
we break glimmering breads
knowing how to cook aflame.
can we yon?
yes.
canyon.
Yonder searching toward such small wooden
thing unable to conceive of such fatuous inedibles
Craving nothing but bread and tea, Coning already
coming waves and empty halls, coming upon a ladyship of the canyon, regal and foreign, separate apart from the fields
Yonder canyon comin' towardly of the Canyon Yonder.
we stagger at the flame already lit.
we choke of the easy dance,
we break glimmering breads
knowing how to cook aflame.
can we yon?
yes.
canyon.
Yonder searching toward such small wooden
thing unable to conceive of such fatuous inedibles
Craving nothing but bread and tea, Coning already
coming waves and empty halls, coming upon a ladyship of the canyon, regal and foreign, separate apart from the fields
Yonder canyon comin' towardly of the Canyon Yonder.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
wheels
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I must soon enter the Sea.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
We Are Welcoming Ourselves
Hello. We are Here Now. Picturing our near to places. Full of future remembrance. Making space to explore our designs and desire.
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