Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Hibiscus blossom
on the kitchen floor.

Bespoke suit
of a known heterosexual.
Feeling tired and listless I googled myself and found this image of a pamphlet of mine from the  '70s:


How abstract is that to just give the url.  It's in keeping with the work at that time though which was pretty abstract.  So...I don't even have a copy of the thing.  Wonder how it would look to me now.

I sent it to Guy Davenport back in the day.   He incisively critiqued it as being about, but not inhabiting, the subject matter.  That was a very useful response.

Monday, October 20, 2014

When my sister was in high school she was told that she had type 1 diabetes.  The diagnosing physician said that she wouldn't live past forty.  His cruel prediction would have come true but for a double organ transplant (pancreas and kidney).

Sunday, October 19, 2014

When my sister was in her twenties her passion was skydiving.  Back in those days, the seventies, parachutes were round and notoriously hard to maneuver.  Once she landed on a water tower and had to be rescued by the Fire Dept.

Her greatest skydiving feat occurred when she was participating in a group dive.  They were all supposed to land in a football stadium at halftime (I think it was at Penn State). Everyone but Amy overshot the stadium.  Amy landed on the 50 yardline.  When she took her helmet off someone yelled "It's a girl!."  The stadium erupted in thunderous applause.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Just got home.  Have been away for 5 days--in Colorado.  My sister Amy (two years younger than me) is dying.  It's been a tough week.  I feel wrung out, exhausted.  Will get back to regular posting when things settle down.  It may be awhile though.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Lot of existential issues right now that I can't discuss in public.  Suffice it to say that I will when I can.  I'm stressed.


Friday, September 26, 2014

"A body is the withdrawal from self that relates a self to itself as it exposes the world.  My body is not just my skin turned toward the outside; it is already itself my outside,the outside in me and for me--opposed by me to myself in order to distinguish me from unity.  A stranger to others and first of all to this other that I become thanks to it. Where am I?  In my foot, my hand, my genitals, my ear? Where am I in this face, these traits, traces, eccentricities, tremblings?  Who am I on the contours of this mouth that says 'I'?"

--Jean-Luc Nancy, from Corpus II: Writings on Sexuality