su blackwell's glorious bookcuts gave me an idea for a poem:
what mad hats books make
sheer and precipitous
when steeped in tea.
when sweet tempered turnstiles
pour us out of the subway
our admirers will double
our admirers will be only too delighted
our hats will be so mad.
so lie flat, mouse dear
and have some wine
we will read more about now later
when its newness has worn off
and we can shape it the more to our liking.
thanks to bb's blog for the wonderful link.
o and i almost forgot the wonderful and sweetly morbid work of benji whalen, to add to the treasure package.
thanks to bright stupid confetti, whose fan i am.
i have been hollowing around inside a black apple, and i just want to say that emily makes me want to paint forests on the living room wall, and wear more red lipstick. i'm very smitten by her optimism, and by the whole quality of the world she makes around herself.
she also shares wonderful things like this cassette generator, where i made this imaginary music:
for more treasure, visit here, and click on the blackbird.
and thanks to poppy, who introduced me to pdn gallery, and especially to erica shires:
smooch.
clothesline: underrated thing for which sunlight only is the trick
greylag: the goose that flies behind the others
tooth: a transmitter of flavor and pain
funk: the sad goo at the bottom of a frame of mind
vestigial: the smallest bone in memory's body
malaprop: "tonight i'm going to drink myself to bolivia."
bedridden: bottom living fishes are either flat or else they lie permanently on one side
time: a city of immense clocks and rusted flutes
l'essence: "it's the idea of gas that people are paying for."
'time to spare' makes it sound like we don't really need it,
a margin left over and superfluous
from which we need to be saved,
relieved of the terrible responsibility
of finding something extra to do with ourselves.
why is space and not time protected?
is not time, let alone spare time, endangered also?
why don't time-saving devices buy as much spare time
as one would think?
i wish i had the spare time of these smooth flat stones; now in the sun, now in the shade, now in the rain, and now and again in the picture.
a is for the ampersand 
i found in the
..the sand,
z is for zoom,
which is what i do here:
i is for isabel,
with the wind in her ear,
f is for the finery of the ocean's handwriting,
y is for yogurt with the cream at the top,
v is for the vacation 
i had this time last month,
j is the jubilarian i aspire to be,
and q 
is for my quadruped:
though i mentioned her already.
