Photo, Ian Park
Monday, July 24, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Everything in its place
That shelf over there, by the clock has all the books about human history. Since I was young I had a interest in history. The dry text books and oftentimes militant teachers would kill the stories of their energy by emphasizing dates and names. But they couldn't fool me. The stories were told despite their every effort to have them untold. I knew the betrayal, the risk, and the relief that escaped from the pores of time. Like sufluric gases, or hot searing steam. When I was a kid, I loved those things.
The books for that story are over there, on that shelf.
And if you want to see the clothes I wear when I go to work, you have to look here. Just slide open this closet and you'll find a small room that has three walls. The wall on the right is the wall you want to look at. It's got all my shirts, ties, pants, and dress shoes. There are small drawers on the bottom for cuff links and watches. This is where I have managed to collect and organize the masks I wear to project my confidence and ability at the world. This is a very important.
To find my masks, look inside the sliding doors, on the right wall.
This is my desk. This is where I have only what I need to connect and control the many facets of my life, through papers, pens, keyboard, printer, and stapler. The small tools are in this drawer. The big flat screen here glows with a comforting light, and I can virtually place all the complexities of life on to this large living painting. This is my Michelangelo. My point of creation.
This is my center. This is my space. This is where I have placed what I own as an extension of my history, my future, and my present.
Welcome.
The books for that story are over there, on that shelf.
And if you want to see the clothes I wear when I go to work, you have to look here. Just slide open this closet and you'll find a small room that has three walls. The wall on the right is the wall you want to look at. It's got all my shirts, ties, pants, and dress shoes. There are small drawers on the bottom for cuff links and watches. This is where I have managed to collect and organize the masks I wear to project my confidence and ability at the world. This is a very important.
To find my masks, look inside the sliding doors, on the right wall.
This is my desk. This is where I have only what I need to connect and control the many facets of my life, through papers, pens, keyboard, printer, and stapler. The small tools are in this drawer. The big flat screen here glows with a comforting light, and I can virtually place all the complexities of life on to this large living painting. This is my Michelangelo. My point of creation.
This is my center. This is my space. This is where I have placed what I own as an extension of my history, my future, and my present.
Welcome.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Oh my
Oh my how beautiful you will be. How you will dance, and how you will sing. How you will speak and sit and stand. Oh how you will hold the world around you with a relaxed posture. Oh how confidence will be your dog, and how despair your beloved. How wise you will be. You will be, so wise.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Myspace
Where the lines between you, and me, melt
this is the place where I sleep
where an explosion is but a sneeze,
god blesses you, wipe away the snot
this is where people come to listen to me rock
mistakenly tumble, trip,
that's my improv,
grace does not belong to god
it's mine, and yours,
so instead of what we're not
we are we are we are
sincerely,
mortal.
this is the place where I sleep
where an explosion is but a sneeze,
god blesses you, wipe away the snot
this is where people come to listen to me rock
mistakenly tumble, trip,
that's my improv,
grace does not belong to god
it's mine, and yours,
so instead of what we're not
we are we are we are
sincerely,
mortal.
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