admin April 20th, 2008
Zero hour - object writing April 12
The second hand pulses in halted beats, only a few more swivels of the face before the hour hand comes up for the eclipse. I’m running over scenarios in my head, possibilities for success and failure- I try to ignore the images of destruction if this doesn’t work properly. In my own head there’s a […]
admin April 19th, 2008
Dial Tone - object writing April 15
The handset seems as heavy as a brick as it sways out of the cradle, drunkenly moving toward my ear. I hear the furry plastic cricket chirupping continually at the other end waiting for me to snap it to silence with a purposeful tone, but instead I put it down.This is hard, hardest thing, harder […]
admin April 18th, 2008
Cassette - object writing 11 April
The ribbon of sound seems to throw itself from the cityscape ghettoblaster and fill the room with a hive of sound. I’m watching those little wagon wheel spokes turn, steady as a Swiss watch, ticking over the notes, this cassette must have a defect because in the uncertain pauses between tracks in a death valley […]
admin April 17th, 2008
Fruitcake - object writing April 14
I’m coming in hard with my lunar module teeth, scanning the surface of mars, a rich dark brown , pock marked and burnt by firece heat, camera eyes are recording every detail. Incisor makes a slicing bite into the surface and a chunk of rock comes away in my mouth. There , must be life […]
admin April 16th, 2008
Cancellation - Object Writing April 08
My hot air balloon of hopes began to sag when I got to the frenzied airport. It seemed everything that could fly was canceled, why? Looking around the airport was like looking at a scene after a hurricane had been through. Bodies and baggage lay strewn in any available space. My bags were dumb weights […]
admin April 15th, 2008
Perfume - object writing 09 April
A gentle nudge on the silvered tower and a showery mist of sweet smell is propelled in a descending arc toward perfect creamy skin, each bauble dancing in the air, spinning and revolving like gyroscopes, pulled by gravity and the magnetic force of bare skin. Smiling mirrored spheres impact on pores of skin, craters on […]
admin April 14th, 2008
Bus station - destination writing April 08
Overhead elongated LCD screens play out a movie of constant changing scenes, minutes and hours are the main characters who are accompanied by names and places i don’t know. Sounds reverberate around the concrete bunker while mid-toned announcements seem to hover like insects in the air; just long enough to be recognized before dashing off […]
admin April 13th, 2008
First Class - Object Writing 07 April
Through the vacuum cleaner haze of surrounding jet engines leaking in through the distended air canopy we enter the friendly 747. Usually it’s a right turn, but today we go left, right into the bullet nose, the cavern at the front of the aircraft. Here seats are as populated as whales in the sea - […]
admin April 12th, 2008
Perfume - object writing 09 April
A gentle nudge on the silvered tower and a showery mist of sweet smell is propelled in a descending arc toward perfect creamy skin, each bauble dancing in the air, spinning and revolving like gyroscopes, pulled by gravity and the magnetic force of bare skin. Smiling mirrored spheres impact on pores of skin, craters on […]
admin April 11th, 2008
First Class - Object Writing 07 April
Through the vacuum cleaner haze of surrounding jet engines leaking in through the distended air canopy we enter the friendly 747. Usually it’s a right turn, but today we go left, right into the bullet nose, the cavern at the front of the aircraft. Here seats are as populated as whales in the sea - […]
