Tuesday, May 29, 2007
My mom's house at night
It's not a complaint, just a fact really and what I have been trying to do with these photos is explore the landscape I do inhabit here--the parking lots and narrow beach fronts and back porches. The colors in this one photo--the windows and the sky--pretty much map out how the innermost emotional topography breaks down for me. I've wanted, for as long as I can know, to map myself along the curve of the colors in the highway and on the horizon over the flats and swells of the bay, but I can’t find any medium that allows me to enact or draw to scale that expansiveness and that glimmering acuity.
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.