2010

Sleep

Look at me with gentle eyes and speak to me softly,

night's, sweet, child, sleep.

Comfortable Under The Covers, And A Bonfire Warming Your Frontside (The Land Of Night)

These tiny points of light pass straight through me, they seem to cool the air. The horizon is a mist that drops away as near as I can shout. The whole landscape pulls up close around me, and night holds the faint light close. This tepid light does not set the night to ease, the blackness is a border to the stars.

Shadow Games

To shed our shadow cast before us, we need only step over it.

Melodic Chance

The nascent future, the receding past, the passing of time through the eternal present.

Field of Light

These tiny points of light pass straight through me, they seem to cool the air.

The Diary Of A Writer, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, P.3

“Still worse off is he who, of his own accord, seeks to study and to understand things. Even harder is the lot of him who candidly divulges such an intention. But if he ventures to declare that he has succeeded a bit in grasping something, and that he intends to express his thoughts, he is promptly deserted by everybody. Nothing is left to him but to find some one suitable fellow, or even hire him, in order to converse with him alone; perhaps to publish the magazine for him alone. It is a despicable situation, since it is as if one were speaking to oneself and publishing a periodical for one’s own amusement.”

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Special Qualities of Books

Libraries become a mind after a while, by mere contact the books on the shelves begin to grow together, become linked, start to dream and later to think. Also, it is said that you can get lost in a book, as when you are alone, when it is very quiet, or sometimes not quiet at all. Sometimes reading — can be a waking dream.

Inspiring Thouhts from Fiona Tan's (Island, 2008) at The Vancouver Art Gallery

"Lazing on the pleasant side of boredom"

"...now the air feels cooler and she thinks this place may be becoming her home..."

"When she leaves, she will fold up this place, and put it in her pocket for safe keeping."

"...long long days of endless dusk..."

"Gaining distance is sometimes the only way to get close to what really matters."

Midnight Lunch and a Spring Derivé