12.03.09

Dec 3rd I saw Freddy Ruppert's solo Former Ghosts performance in San Francisco.
I can hardly influence the converging of words, to emphasize how affected I was by the intensity and expansive intimacy which his emotion and music storms outward.

I chose to not taking any photos during this set.

Doctor

Why am I, who?

Who am I, why?

I really am not.
Though, through your eyes, I have identity.
Have
Have
Have

So, perhaps I am not.

Is it always so easy?








I ...













It is with great difficulty.

Shrouded Abyss

The sharp rocks and cold gravel beneath my feet in this alleyway merely shielded by a thin pair of black tights reminded me that I feel the soft pain because I am alive.

Still Light

The doctor came in the morning
She held my hand
Asks "Was it worth it? Could it be worse than this?"
Please recall
Give me a hint
Anything will do
If this was the last time now you should tell us what to do

I was afraid I guess
Now I can't think no more
I was so concentrated
On keeping things together
I've learned to focus on
I didn't want to disappoint
Now where is everybody
Is it still light outside?

-The Knife

Ivory

Sincere mystery cannot be denied.
All attempts fashioned produce a shaky infrastructure;
the desire -

An artist, without the realization of it.

My northern most tower collapses, taking the tower which lays deeper south into its possession of debris

Your engineering works.

I am no such thing.

The boy

All we can do is dabble.
What is ours to be had?


I'm really enjoying Cormac McCarthy's The Road, especially with the added pressure of completing the book before the film release.

Thank you Cormac McCarthy for sharing this treasure of your mind.

Drunken revolution

When will we stop assuming that we have time?

Quiet car rides

I was told that nothing here would be the same as I had grown accustomed to.
I was told by the pensive intuition I so regularly ignore with eagerness.
I smelled denial and with all the potential my heart had to offer, accepted it.

You Never Came