California cacti

California cacti

Blue eyes

Oregon desert in spring; working on Josi Faye’s Spring lookbook. 

Iceland is an absolutely other world. 

Recover our senses

Transparence is the highest, most liberating value in art—and in criticism—today. Transparence means experiencing the luminousness of the thing in itself, of things being what they are. 

Ours is a culture based on excess, on overproduction; the result is a steady loss of sharpness in our sensory experience. All the conditions of modern life—its material plenitude, its sheer crowdedness—conjoin to dull our sensory faculties…What is important now is to recover our senses. We must learn to see more, to hear more, to feel more. 

-Susan Sontag, Against Interpretation

Some growing meaning

You are the crazy acrobat.

You are the witch, I am your cat. 

I want to be a bit like you, I hope you don’t mind 

if I do. 

I want to be made out of love, 

I want to be made into life. 

I love the way you take a walk, 

and all the things that you see with your eyes. 

Oh to be that distant thought, 

some growing meaning in your mind. 

Acrobat, Angel Olsen

Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer. 

-Simone Weil 

Denmark has my heart. 

Weird and good early spring adventures. Snowed-in Portland and a truffle festival with a truffle dog (named Tom) that only responds to commands in Italian. 

Take me back to Palm Springs and Joshua Tree. Please. 

If I’d grown up in a different land, 

one with lighter days and slimmer hours, 

I would have made for you a great fete, 

and my hands would not have held you 

the way they often do, clenched and afraid. 

I would have been bold and squandered you, 

you boundless Now. 

I would have hurled you

like a ball

into every billowing delight, so that someone

could catch you and leap 

with high hands to meet your fall, 

you thing of things. 

Rilke, from The Book of Hours

Revisiting old writings: 

How strangely

fear leaves sometimes. 

The self falls into the

easy largo of whatever

it is made to be. 

On that other sea

you are watching pelicans

plunge, entering the dark waters

of unknowing (they always moved you). 

Couldn’t it be we do 

the same? Each swift change

moves us towards our tidal

home (it is gathering with time). 

Australian colors