early

get up early
and work hard

broken windows theory

negative space

I get up early and move
forward
I try to greet the day with
a sense of thankfulness

there are logistics involved
tasks are complicated by
the absence of my companion

in this way i find myself
with a contrariness of intent
in a supermarket
indulging in cashews and biscotti

home again
the dogs are upset
-they wanted to vote
-they wanted to shop
they argue that their intent
would have been far clearer


the sugar and the butter
sink into my skull
heavy, slow, haze

-the morning stretches out

Thankfulness?
-a cool day
-good music
-some time to jot thoughts down
-and a hint of discipline
working its way
into the horizen

recall

There was a word I had in mind

It captured the essence, the beginning
Of a concept.

But now, a day latter
With the luxury of time
It escapes me.

it was, I think,
Something akin to an apology

However, as I sit here now
Coffee in hand
White dog in sunlight
I recognise in the pursuit
A dark path

-A state of being squeezed between
-Grinding wheels
-And heavy orange light…


Its too late to turn back…

Recall

The word
that is both the beginning and the end:

“Defeat”

tread

knock across
stand
roasting in the pretend sun

falling away
into well warn tread
-circles, really

going

gone

gait

nervous pregnant
woman walks past

with an old guy hanging
off her

crumbled khakis

sensible shoes

slack gait

alternately
she is a striking
figure
-tight black top
hugging a large
round belly

wary
of the clinging baggage
hanging off her
side

like an unattended growth

earthy

One word following on
from another

awkwardly stepping
through undergrowth

sinking deeper

with each step

mud

humid

earthy

crawling

until eventually
there is no energy left
to pry each step out
so carefully

so the mud accumulates

until there is
nothing left
but prose

the story

relief

rain

a small packet of exchange

-no coffee though

A lemon tree over the fence
becons

the dogs hurl insults

and a memory of glass
is fading

insular, these moments
have no sense of
accumulation

that is the story
then

there is no story

just

small packets of
exchange

relief

rain

points

I saw a movie about
phillip glass yesterday

lots of dots on a page

isolated points

it reminded me that
the kind of meaning I best respond to
is
an
accumulation
o
f
ab
stract
ion
s

.................

I heard Malcolm Gladwell
on a podcast
say:
It takes
something like
10 000 hours
to master a discipline

or
aprox
10
year
s

...............

Mr Glass also said
-the secret is...
You get up very
early
And work for
many hours


...............

Meanwhile the dogs say

-the secret is
you get up very early
and walk us for
many hours

..............

-does this mean you're
feeling better now?

she asked

I don't know what you mean

so please translate this

into a series of points
in a
16
by
16
grid

in deep

in deep
scampering

wresting control of the day
limits me

In not so deep
trying to define the
shallow parameters...

..^..

coffee disappoints

wait for rain

dread the sun

ep 26

Conditions ep 26 from f3ilter on Vimeo.

Been a long time since completing anything. Playing with words now.

Momentum

blither forward

(lets look at this positively, shall we?)

exploring the unknown...

unseasonal cool
good for the new jacket


...
for a while there
,just a little while
I took the disjointed apparatus
out of the day
-the restlessness of space
-of fridge
(all the while resisting the couch and the cable TV)
-the kitchen floor (in a holding pattern)
-the smell of burnt rice
-an accumulation of distractions

The dogs were restless alongside me
Less out of a sense of faithfulness
then illness (they are in a holding
pattern of their own...)

blither forward

hurry,
construct another temporary shelter
against the raveges of
idol thoughts

It will surely blow away tomorrow
But for today it might just hold

Bad poam of the day

I work a strong coffee into the late afternoon.
As I chase lengthening days
-Shadows slipping seductively behind diffused light
Scattered...

I operate on the principle that something will come to mind
-Visual
-And intricate in structure.

And I will know code intuitively
the relationships
the objects
and orientations
to make it happen

And I will know that the vision is real
-not some trick of perception
(like so many 'mirages' before
movies that lack construction details)
Something that is the sum of its parts
and not the sum of its gaps...

The crema is gone (or encrusted)
-all that's left is the
black depths of a luke warm coffee

I have to remind myself
gaps
are not the same as
negative space