I have not been able to write. Not to any effect. I have ideas, ideas are never the problem. Rather, ideas are exactly the problem: they keep me awake at night, sabotage my attempts to capture them, rebel against me on the page. So I cut them into pieces, all of them, of random length. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘love’
I don’t think much is certain about Saint Valentine, but my favourite story about him is that he passed notes to the jailor’s daughter. Either way, he got his head chopped off. Have you ever fallen improbably in love?
I met Pound on the bench where I eat lunch, on the plaza that connects my office tower to three others. Nothing on that plaza is accidental other than my encounter with Pound. Pound wore a hoodie that day. No one wears a hoodie in the telecom district–no one who eats lunch on the plaza. [...]
This is the second in a series of three images beginning at: http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/06/perfumed-bird-at-100/. Creatures that do not reproduce might as well live forever; what do you make of the connection between love and death?
This is the first in a series of three images, each of the same origami dove, at increasing contrast. Have you ever seen a dog roll around in something dead? It turns out that that smell, as disgusting as it is, is also fascinating.