may you not trip and spill your hatboxes and other spring mishaps

happy spring.

for a short time only let it be known that i was here

A SIMPLE GESTURE, A JOURNEY, A MEETING PLACE. ~by david horvitz



PLEASE MAIL ME AN EMPTY ENVELOPE.

PLEASE WRITE YOUR NAME ON THE BACK OF THE ENVELOPE AND THE PLACE IT IS BEING MAILED FROM.

THIS IS ABOUT A CONVERGENCE.

THIS IS ABOUT A MEETING PLACE.

THIS IS ABOUT A DISTANCE.

I WANT YOU TO SEND ME NOTHING BECAUSE I THINK THAT WOULD BE POETIC. AND, IF YOU SEND ME NOTHING IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING EXCEPT A DISTANCE. ALL IT IS IS THE GAP FROM YOU TO ME, AND THE BRIDGING OF THAT GAP. THE ENVELOPE WILL HAVE CONNECTED TWO POINTS. AT ITS POINT OF ARRIVAL IT WILL HAVE ARRIVED WITH OTHERS WHO HAVE JOURNEYED TO THE SAME DESTINATION FROM DIFFERENT POINTS OF DEPARTURE. THAT IS WHY THIS IS ALSO A MEETING PLACE.

DAVID HORVITZ
99 VERNON AVE #1
BROOKLYN, NY 11206



IDEALLY, I WISH TO BUY A REALLY BIG PO BOX AT A POST OFFICE IN NEW YORK. I WOULD NEVER TAKE THE ENVELOPES OUT. I WOULD LEAVE THEM IN THERE. THEY WOULD PILE UP AND STAY AT THEIR MEETING PLACE FOR YEARS AND YEARS. I WOULD LET PEOPLE BORROW THE KEY SO THEY COULD LOOK AT THEM. BIG PO BOXES COST $326 FOR 6 MONTHS. I CAN'T AFFORD THAT RIGHT NOW. SO, FOR NOW, THEY WILL JUST MEET AT MY HOUSE AND I WILL KEEP THEM IN A SHOE BOX. WHEN I GET THE MONEY, I WILL FIND A PERMANENT MEETING PLACE. ONCE THAT HAPPENS, YOU WILL HAVE TO SEND ANOTHER ENVELOPE TO THERE! SO PLEASE COME BACK TO THIS PAGE, ONCE I FIND THE FUNDS THE PO BOX WILL BE BOUGHT RIGHT AWAY AND THE ADDRESS WILL BE POSTED HERE.


i found out about david horvitz through raul at heading east. his "things for sale that i will mail you" project asks readers to send specific amounts of money so that he can spend it doing specific and rather fleeting tasks. such as this one:

"If you give me $75 I will go see a psychic and ask them for advice on my life. I will send you a write up of what happened and documentary photographs. If you give me $1,689 I will go see a psychic, ask them where in the whole world I should go to, and then I will go there. I will mail you documentation of this from where ever it is I go to. If you give me $9,999 I will go see a psychic and ask them where I SHOULD NOT go to in the whole world. I will then go there and mail you documentation of it from there. (note: I took out the tape recording part because I have found that some don't like to have their sessions recorded)

For each purchase I will go to different psychics."

a landing

yamamoto masao.

ear

kay and sean found this giant stone ear in france and photographed it. both of them report looking up to see where it might have fallen from. an ear is a very contemplative object, particularly as a thing on its own. an underwater ear studded with wish pennies is even more provocative. it is an ear that you feel perfectly reasonable telling your secrets to, and just sitting there so quietly, it seems to carry and divulge deep and ancient secrets of its own. from the photograph it makes me think of an open faced oyster. and of all the objects that fit into ear openings. i remember that irresistable urge as a child to put small things into my ears. the invitation to instigate a snug fit of any kind is almost impossible to resist. i thought of pouring warm clay into my ear and making a reverse mold of the narrow, twisting hallway and its acoustics. i compromised with silly putty. when adam was little he put a popcorn kernel in his ear and then promptly forgot about it. a cockroach once crawled into my father's ear when he was asleep. a cashew makes a handy earplug, in a pinch.

for pi day

Pi
by Wislawa Szymborska

The admirable number pi:
three point one four one.
All the following digits are also initial,
five nine two because it never ends.
It can’t be comprehended six five three five at a glance.
eight nine by calculation,
seven nine or imagination,
not even three two three eight by wit, that is, by comparison
four six to anything else
two six four three in the world.
The longest snake on earth calls it quits at about forty feet.
Likewise, snakes of myth and legend, though they may hold out a bit longer.
The pageant of digits comprising the number pi
doesn’t stop at the page’s edge.
It goes on across the table, through the air,
over a wall, a leaf, a bird’s nest, clouds, straight into the sky,
through all the bottomless, bloated heavens.
Oh how brief—a mouse tail, a pigtail—is the tail of a comet!
How feeble the star’s ray, bent by bumping up against space!
While here we have two three fifteen three hundred nineteen
my phone number your shirt size the year
nineteen hundred and seventy-three the sixth floor
the number of inhabitants sixty-five cents
hip measurement two fingers a charade, a code,
in which we find hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert
alongside ladies and gentlemen, no cause for alarm,
as well as heaven and earth shall pass away,
but not the number pi, oh no, nothing doing,
it keeps right on with its rather remarkable five,
its uncommonly fine eight,
its far from final seven,
nudging, always nudging a sluggish eternity
to continue.

one-minute-videos-of-dance-blog

dance minute.

thanks to hula seventy.

neither/both

jeanne quinn.