August 31, 2014

adelle, did you foresee this when you went to shoot the cops?

i remember.  it's a long way but i'm coming with you, i said.

it was our only way out.

beyond my wildest dreams.  too good to be true, in a way.

August 30, 2014

alone, i get myself into sticky spots.  last night she slipped me
her love potion.  i'll still try anything.

i couldn't resist her.  i didn't want to.

i kissed her wrist, and went from there.

she said that in the courtly version, the love lasts forever.

but i forgot her by the morning.

August 29, 2014

you do it for the agony.  you want to be so close.

and you do it for the ecstasy.  you want to be so close.

August 28, 2014

so close... a dash is just another mystery.

scrapes on celluloid / a dancer on a ledge.

pictographs by the hand of the anonymous author.

August 26, 2014

get close to see the truth.

the closer you are,  the more you see.

what comes before and after?  how does it float in the river?

August 25, 2014

                                           of course, movement brings us closer to the truth.
                                                the image loses its context when frozen.  

August 24, 2014




                                             stillness movement lightness darkness covering
                                             uncovering uncovering covering (kcirbukotetubirt)
                                                 in my sleep, i am surrounded by movement.

August 22, 2014

chantal has arrived on earth.  i can see her from down here.

i would know her ankles anywhere.

chantal linnaeus.  her lineage is nonpareil.  

August 21, 2014

she arrived in brest via air balloon.  up in the air for seven hours.

landed on a starry crescent night.  1948.

i am glad that she is here!  i love her, and she likes to watch arthur.
she doesn't like him exactly, but she likes to watch him.

August 20, 2014

when he was young, arthur told me that he saw a woman sitting on a chair, legs crossed, at a lawn
party one night.  he stood in the dark outside the grounds.    

he said that their eyes met and that he had never forgotten her.

August 18, 2014

you know the story of the guy who goes out to buy a pack of
cigarettes and never comes back.

arthur does that occasionally,  for a couple of days, maybe a week.
some guys never come back.

i worry about him.  i don't what happens.  how many times
can you be murdered?

i don't like it when he leaves.  i have to imagine him.  still, it is
closer to observation.  in my mind's eye, i see him pacing the
streets, hands in his pockets.  he runs into strangers.  i think
it is dangerous.  he walks the tightrope.  i hold the net.  i
walk the tightrope without a net.

August 17, 2014

the man lives directly across the street.  i do not know him.

he parts the curtain and sees her.  he doesn't know her.  

he closes the curtain slowly.  he looks again.

she is there.

she is someone from his past.  he knows this, and he is intrigued
by her darkness.  she must be older now.  she is in her first life.