Found in the Rain

I went walking yesterday with a friend I hadn't seen in years and we encountered a box. There was rain in it and books.

I opened to this page:

"I know why
your belly's soft,
because so many men
have pressed against it
and into it. [. . .]

I shove my life
. . . . . . . . . deep into yours
until the melting
and the melding
brings us both so close
that cross or crowbar
will remain unable
to divide us."

from and to each season . . . , Rod McKuen

Horror is all around us, waiting to be opened up and exposed to the air.

Personal Short #15

Causality drove me from door to door begging for a telephone. No one answered but I could hear some whimpering beast shaking each knob. I couldn't know why I needed to call. There would be the tones of the keys in my ear and ringing, a person in the room crying on the floor pulling herself away and into and through the open door to a kitchen, a hallway. I would hear you pick up and say, hello? Is it you?

Personal Short #14

The damage from the flood was most severe when I spoke of it.

Personal Short #13

You told me you had broken a rib. I did not move. You said I woke up and I was this way.

Personal Short #12

The structure has been made in a way to harm he who stands beneath it. O how I love to stand beneath it. I imagine the nose sheared away. I imagine my grinning skull. I fit this way so well.

Personal Short #11

We were attacked in the cab. You could see in his eyes that he had been taken. The cab slowed and you pushed the door open, nearly fell out. You left a shoe. You slammed the door. I said to the eyes in the mirror, here, you can stop here and I'll get out. The cab kept moving, stopping at lights and it passed over the quiet seats. I locked my eyes on the deserted mirror and I though how are we moving and I heard him on the seat and I kept my eyes away.

Personal Short #10

When I fell on the ice on the sidewalk you didn't notice, but walked forward steadily, you didn't need to look down and you continued without me.

Memorial for a Piece of Graffiti Painted Over, #2.

Blue Velvet, acryllic.

Confidential for Ms. Deal

Action for Facebook (lost and found)

Search for names on Facebook. Select those names on Facebook that have no friends. Erase all your other friends. Wait and wait for your new, potential friends to accept your friendship, though do not be concerned if they ignore your request. Relish those who do accept you for you. In this way be the only friend to these people. In this way be a collector of unique, if not rare, specimens. Care for and wonder after these who accepted your offer of friendship.

Watch for the Ebony Deer.

Like I needed another reason to love Fever Ray. First video:


If I Had A Heart from Fever Ray on Vimeo.

Thanks to Mashaney for the tip that led me to Who Killed Bambi? which led me to the video.

Personal Short #9

I am sure, but I am curious.

Action for Facebook (Not Illegal)

Find a photograph that you admire of an acquaintance on Facebook, perhaps a person you have never met. Tag that photo with your name, so that your admiration will always be linked with that photograph. So that somehow what you admire is transferred to you and strangers looking at the photograph will wonder who you are, to have tagged a picture of a styrofoam tray of silver minnows' heads with your name. Repeat until you are satisfied, until you have, in some part, changed.

The Age of Silver

The Second Phase of Sound from "Bambi's Long Journey into Night"

1. Melodies and Desires / Lykke Li
2. She's Having a Baby / The Knife
3. Plastis Wafer / of Montreal
4. Shoot Your Shot / Divine
5. Girls of War / Die Monitr Batss
6. Charge Of The Vivian Girls / Snagglepuss
7. Shake it to the Ground / DJ Blaqstar (feat. Rye Rye)
8. Hundredaire (Let U Go) / Hey Willpower
9. Tigers in the Fire / love grenades
10. Smile Upon Me / Passion Pit
11.I Was Dancing in the Lesbian Bar / Jonathan Richman
12. I Got A Thing / Silver, Platinum & Gold (Disco Re-Edit By Dimitri from Paris richard Jones, Andrae Moore)
13. The Lucky One (James Yulli Remix) / Au Revoir Simone
14.How Dark Is Your Dark Side / His Name Is Alive
15.Rolling Down The Hills / Glass Candy
16.Dans la merco benz / Benjamin Biolay
17. silver horse / Yoko Ono

Recent Found Objects

Personal Short #8 (The Victim)

I walked over an overpass and I was going to fall from it. Then I was not allowed to cross bridges. I couldn't sit in a chair. My life, like this, turned hostile.

"If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it."

"But what she noticed first was a bright red wooden tray with a number of rings on it. They were in pairs-- a yellow one and a green one together, then a little space, and then another yellow one and another green one. They were no bigger than ordinary rings, and no one could help noticing them because they were so bright. They were the most beautifully shiny little things you can imagine. If Polly had been a very little younger she would have wanted to put one in her mouth."

The Magician's Nephew, C. S. Lewis.


I love the way this leads up to the final sentence which is perfect and accurate, because by the end of the paragraph, the words have become so delicious, I want to be Polly and slip the shiny little ring in my mouth too. The genius of "a very little younger!"

Personal short #7

I saw in the mirror looking at the face a face that was mine and after I was done looking it stayed after me looking after me until I was gone and it was done.

Personal Short #6

I was leaning back and she was looking at me in the face, not unkindly. She said you don't have to get rid of it but it will always give you trouble.

Note on Music.

"Music is the ferment of a particular sensitivity, very acute, as much as, and even more than, passion itself. It is a danger, a benefit for the person who knows how to take it.

I mean that its charm is irresistible, and one escapes in spirit with it so promptly into a better world, so that sometimes, without deliberation or reasoning, one can postpone the accomplishment of certain tedious acts necessary to us: 'Martha, Martha. I have never forgotten you, and I love you more than Mary. It is she who turns me away from you at her hour when she comes. I do not call her.'"

To Myself, Odilon Redon 1900