My father and I decided to break in to the abandoned church...
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My father and I decided to break in to the abandoned church to see what was inside. My father wore a hazmat suit. We pried open a side door and climbed down the stairs. Some people driving by saw us through an open window, so we grabbed an old electric football set and left in a hurry.
For your edification and delight, the following flotation devices are offered:
flotson - concerning duende and the portable stallion; musings on poesis in convenient, bite-sized chiclets. mise en abyme - concerning the synergistic effects of Google and intoxicants; a prolegomena to any future metaphysics. flanerie - concerning the cosmopolis, ubiquitous technologies and decisive moments; Bell, Bresson and Baudelaire, a triple threat in the age of Nokia. oneironautica - concerning hypnogogia; an archaeology of sleep.
Special thanks to Joy Morton, Fritz Lang, George Herriman and Escola Portuguesa de Arte Equestre.
My father and I have joined a procession...
Saturday, July 12, 2008
My father and I have joined a procession of union men, traveling at night on foot via a secret dance step that identifies us by the soft and regular pattern of our feet scraping the ground. It is dangerous to fall out of step. We are separated when my father goes to help a friend. A fox comes to me and swallows an ember from my torch. The fox glows like a lantern and I follow it to safety.