On the walk to work: a perfectly formed dead crow. Unblemished. On the walk to home: an owl swooping low over my head beside the barren rose garden. I retraced my steps and the crow was still there. Head now drooped all the way to the ground, underbelly still warm. I put the crow in a plastic bag. I took it inside. Left it on the counter. Yesterday I had the worst hangover of my life. I slept all...
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised...– Emo Philips (via madastro & jocelynbernard)
WHITE HORSE :: THE REVENANT GOSPELS V. I →
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From a letter from D Stone: “One more thing that just occurred to me. Addition to keywords or something. This is what happens when you feel so fucking rejected by this place: you build this new cosmology around belonging. All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands. Earth Intruders. Stampede of resistance.”
The clarity of walking, of isolation, of pain. Lips bloody, nose bloody, hurts to breathe. How the body conforms to the landscape. Yesterday, a steep hike in the snow. The snow was fine and my sneakers stayed dry. I preferred the walk on the mesa, how endless the ground seems and yet movement is devoured whole. I do not want to leave this mountain.
I am in Taos and Taos is in me.
I’ve probably made several wrong decisions in a row concerning my route...– Of Walking in Ice, Werner Herzog
The reading on Saturday went very well. Both my Feeling of what I was doing and the event as a whole. I took some advice I’d given myself literally and it did the trick. Magic is often in the literal. The cats have fleas. Tried watching a video of C last night but felt uncomfortable about it. Turned it off halfway through. I have an enormous bruise on my left arm from being sloppy about...
But necessity forces me to overcome my worst fears. Haile Selassie was executed....– Of Walking in Ice, Werner Herzog
SHE: And-[Faint stress]-you like that? HE: It is a need. She: A need? That a...– Rough for Radio I, Samuel Beckett
For example. The deeper I go into cultivating an awareness of my body, the more mystery my body seems to confront me with. My limbs have been randomly losing sensation for two months. Weak and cold and useless. Sometimes a forearm, sometimes an entire leg. Most often the entirety of the right arm. And that whole problem with facial recognition. Which, in this town, is a problem that is yes o...
No mystery without the sinister, without the absurd.