Tuesday, January 28, 2014


It is not easy to type from the bottom but I am doing it. In reading, you reader also.
make me feel ashamed about my tenuousness, anxiety, ambivalence, hatred for the task.
the concrete forms which are so much more certain about their ideas then I am and
and the bottom of the page so I am not distracted by the pattern of the words on the page,
and backwards, from the back of the notebook (imagined with lines and a black cover)
everyone can identify with starting fresh (I hope). I am writing by hand (not really)
important and everything is unimportant. I am starting, I plan to start a new notebook as
I am writing what I am thinking in the shower while I write in my blog: everything is

Sunday, January 19, 2014

First Paper: Residency Summary


The assignment asks for a discussion of the conflicting ideas generated by one's work:

Why conflicting and not simply 'ideas'? 

The use of the word conflicting increased from 1800 to 2018, surging between 1800 and 1840, and again between 1900 and 1980 though with a more uneven trajectory. (see goggle ngrams)


The assignment suggests we synthesize and cohere these ideas into several possible directions:

There are many methods of cohering or synthesizing conflicting ideas.

Coherence suggests that some agreed upon logic (or truth) can be reached from a set of multiples, often seemingly unrelated, or illogical even on their own.



Friday, January 17, 2014















I don't know why I find this drawing charming and I am tempted to delete it. Likely you agree.

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First Poem

This is a poem about intention 
that I will write in one day.



2:49 01.17.2014. knowledge is everything. 





Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Started blog. Difficult to organize information. Everything seems important and unimportant at the same time.

Time

This is the present.

That line you just read is the past
(It fell behind after you read it)
The rest of the poem is the future,
Existing outside your
awareness.

The words
are here, whether you read them
or not. And nothing in the world
can change that.

Joan Brossa
Translated by A.Z. Foreman