In the basement of my school, there is a hidden passageway leading to a spot in a nearby forest. A carefully hidden key opens the door at the end of the passageway. I climb a ladder in the dark. In the forest close by is a small, secluded hollow beside a stream. In the hollow is the toad I have been seeking, to read the markings on its back that will reveal the code. It escapes, so I'm unable to secure the future of this universe. Heartbroken, I ride a train, where I am given a haircut.
Explanations
caveat lector
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.