Month: December 2023

the wishing shells

the wishing shells

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somewhere on a wire
lines across dunes tell-
of stories
of lives
of loves
some broken, some beautiful
all strung and hung by human hands
old and young
here and gone
as you walk along
and absorb all the stories strung.

This is about an actual place, I think I want to shoot a short movie here, “The Wishing Shells of Laurence Harbor”… great title right? (I like the play of wishing shells aka wishing wells… yeah, I think like that)

Well… back story, I travel around my much maligned state (New Jersey) in search of every little nook and cranny… and there are many… especially since we are one of the oldest states in the union (I know, not old compared to you people across the world… but I work with what I got). So… there is this almost non-descript, kind of beat up beach, but along the dunes, seemingly out of nowhere, you come upon them, a bunch of clam shells, written on, painted on, scribbled on… with messages, with names, with memorials, with all sorts of things… and I think it is pretty damn cool. Perhaps this is a copy of some other place in the world, I would probably guess that, maybe it is somewhere in a south american country as there is a large hispanic population in the area ? who knows… but either way it is a nice idea… just a few pics to give you the flavor…

weights of season, words of meaning

weights of season, words of meaning

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I suppose I just never thought about it… the very names, words of the seasons (speaking purely as an english speaker here), the actual words have weight and meaning that makes perfect sense. Today is of course the first day of Winter in these parts, the word win-TER, so tense, so terse, so curt, so blunt, like the cold incarnate itself, there is no in-between, no hesitancy in this word, like a chunk of ice, “winter” stands there, like a pillar, no negotiations, “Summer”… also short and defined, but so much softer and warm in the middle “mmmm”, “summmmmmmmer” as the heat drags on and wears down, and only one letter from simmer, but that vowel swap does make the difference does it not? I also though about the affinity of these two months, the non in-betweens that share the same similarity in word structure and power… both “er”s. while the other twins are completely different animals, and as such, their names are more of a fit for them, “fall” and “spring”… looking at them seems so obvious, but such words are so ubiquitous to our daily experience that we might fail to take a look at them as something more than just a throw around term, they could not be less alike, opposites in fact, but they also contain energy (or the draining of), the terms are loaded indeed, “fall”, there is no happy connotation there although there is no inherent “bad” either, but to fall is to fall, top to bottom, up to down, you can not fall up (at least I don’t see how) so the word itself is loaded with weight to drag down, the word has no stop sign, no end, the end of the word is only “winter”, the same is true in the other direction with “spring”, the physical spring, a coiled one, is kinetic energy ready to be released and at some point has to but it is all expectation, once the spring has spring that burst of energy is spent and gone, the spring is uncoiled and becomes the straight line of summer until it falls then shrinks back due to the cold, compression, to be released once more in spring, words and weights and meaning-

street lights in the rain

street lights in the rain

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I noticed the curb in a serpentine bend, an illusion, a simple matter of a natural prism on end, now to notice, when the rain has stopped flow, the street lights in the rain, like walking on a mirror, a mirror made of mirages that so closely command disguise, in a dream of dali might I find such sights, but noting that dramatic, or static on canvas lies, for right in front of me, I can walk on the moon, stroll among the lights, splash in the heavens with the delight of a spare seconds flight, flourish in the splendor of the thought as the reverse onto the street is broadcast, street lights in the rain –

ma·laise /məˈlāz,məˈlez/

ma·laise /məˈlāz,məˈlez/

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I love words… is that apparent? Sometimes a word is just perfect, you don’t need anything to dress it up with silly accoutrements (another fabulous word), but such as the subject, I have a general malaise, I am not depressed, I am actually a an optimist by nature, but a realist by the gauntlet, a strange balance, but lately, I can’t quite put my finger on it, just a general blah, I take the time to observe nature and revel in such moments, lost in the splendor, but somehow, maybe the time of year, the amount of darkness (literal) of the sun setting at 4:30 in the afternoon, I keep looking at the page of hourly weather waiting for this to change, and watching the wane or wax of the moon, which usually I pay no attention to, I feel like I am waiting for something, waiting for a change, I’m not sure, just a general feeling of a cycle spinning, a rut, not bad in any way shape or form in comparison to some, you would think decades on this bicycle doing laps would achieve some sort of universal understanding, but I feel like I am standing, not sinking, not shrinking, just standing, waiting, like at a bus stop, but there is none, never had been, am I know this, but wait there anyway- as if, there is something different out there, or here, for me, just that feeling, usually I love the rain, today? just an annoyance of traffic building muss and puddles and floods… maybe I am reflecting the very day, malaise.

time passage

time passage

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the passages of time
the corridors of mine
or a ship upon
a river more
and when my script ends
to the bottom I descend
a postcard
a screenshot
a bookmark
an old scrolled map
of a once vibrant town-
now gone

I often ponder about the nature of time, I pictured tunneling through a tunnel of light in my one direction and how that might look like from the outside, like a burrow, my burrow, but then I always also think of time as a river, this churning mass of water ever moving forward, oddly, I never picture this as some serene winding creek, but more like a mass of raging waves against the back drop of stars, a river flowing through the universe itself, how we are carried along and then – just stop. but the river flows on, is there a bookmark there? it was a moment, which is now outside of time, stuck there, because it did happen, we are here, we happen so that can never be erased but there is a an end to this thread, and what if the universe bounces back, like a rubber band, from expansion to contraction, it would seem the nature of things, would my perception be reset and begin again? this is what was going through my brain today at various stops along the way…