What Happens in the Dark, Stays in the Dark
Something Something Something About Something
I went to a gathering last week in North Carolina. I didn’t want to go, because covid, but I did want to go, because friends and family. It was supposed to be a mostly outdoor event but the weather either didn’t get the memo, or it did and was just plain mean. Growing up in New England, we used to say “if you don’t like the weather, just wait fifteen minutes.” Here in the Bay Area, we say the same thing. I now know that it is also said of North Carolina and I will testify that this is true.
In three days we had sun, overcast, cloudiness, rain, sleet, hail, and snow, many times over. The temperature fluctuated between the mid 30’s and low 50’s. Some of us were in small, private cabins, and some were in tents. Communal space was in an old tobacco leaf barn, which is shown above. Being in the barn wasn't much different than being outside, as you can see from the wide spacing in the siding, where the falling wet stuff was happy to blow through.
I suppose you can guess where I'm going with this. We did not wear masks and seven lucky campers got the covid (a rate of 20%). I have thus far tested negative and have no symptoms but I am, once again, in quarantine.
I'm usually very safe. I wear a mask everywhere, even when surrounded by people who don't. In stores, yoga classes, even walking down a busy sidewalk. What was I thinking? Did I fall prey to magical thinking?
Hoisted by my own petard!
I didn't write anything for you the last two weeks because I was busy writing an invocation for the Whuppity Scoorie Spring Festical*, as it was called.
I came home thinking I'd share the invocation, but nah. When I do invocations, I write fast, always at the last minute, and I don't rehearse. I "finished" the piece about two hours before the invoking. It needs some major editing but I'll send it in a week or so. I'll offer the titler here, as a teaser:
Power Line Harmonic Radiation Observed by Satellite: Properties and Propagation Through the Ionosphere, or Exactly What to Say: the Magic Words for Influence and Impact. Code Name: Ode to Spring through Thirteen Gates.
So I opened up my writing app and started looking for something to share. I'm hyper-organized and I have a system for keeping track of my thousands of unfinished (or unworthy) essays, poems, scripts, and stories. I use an app called Obsidian, which can sync my files across all my devices, including my phone. This means I have a text file called "00 Inbox" available to me whenever I have an idea, or hear an idea I want to steal. As I was looking through it a few minutes ago, I realized it might be interesting just to let you see it…
storage space you're buying space
It just dawned on me that when you rent storage space, you are literally buying empty space, meaning cubic air. The floors, walls, ceiling, and door aren't included. You can touch those immutable boundaries, tape things to the walls, hang things from the ceiling, and open and close the door but they aren't yours.
Technically, the air is also not yours, but you share the empty space with it. You can use the air, breathe it in, suck the oxygen from it, and give back, albeit in a less usable form for us creatures.
do drawings of ordinary household objects like a toaster or blender
life flashing before your eyes at the end -- because it's all happening at the same time! there is only now
chocolate is too crude, angels/devils food cake is the thing
to my sister (I don't remember what this was about, but it was not about my sister)
secret life of secrets of life
go to the woods: carve petroglyphs and occult symbols in tree bark
wholly wholly wholly - a riff on Ginsberg's holy holy holy
in the same way my writing weaves patterns through repetition and recurring imagery, the universe displays patterns and repetition and echoes
she's going to drink him (again, no sister here)
I was recognizing repetition and taking it as magical-- a sign or symbol… But then my brain shifted and, on a more practical level, I was just recognizing that there are trends in movie makeup resulting in a similar scar motif appearing in multiple characters over multiple shows over the course of multiple days…
the black milk!
every second of every moment we have to choose between our different brains, maybe more than two, maybe a multitude,… one brain is physical, material, reasonable, reasoned… another way of thinking-- another brain is all symbolism, intuition, imagery…
o duh — all I'm describing is right brain / left brain… Fascinating that when I'm high, I'm a little detached and I can see my brain usage shifting from right brain to left, as it's happening. neither one is correct. we need both. we need to live in both.
can get drunk and stoned and still can't stop the jesus
remembering it all on the beach. the light at the end of the tunnel. spiritual rebel. spiritual anarchist.
performance art: Peter, in a bathroom sitting, waiting for someone to come in. Jerry enters, and Peter engages him. make a movie of this, use the security camera. they don’t know they’re in a movie, Peter embarrasses Jerry with a lot of philosophical potty humor. something happened at the loo today…
why do we glorify pianists?
Here’s another photo from Paint Rock Farm. It’s been slightly manipulated.
* some typos don't need to be corrected. Festical Fanning, anyone?