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Writings & Readings
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
Friday, May 23, 2025
david lynch | doing things
"I’m just, you know, kind of happy in the doing of things. Even just having a great cup of coffee is happiness. Getting an idea, or realizing an idea. Working on a painting…working on a piece of sculpture, working on a film. One thing I noticed is that many of us, we do what we call work for a goal. For a result. And in the doing, it’s not that much happiness. And yet that’s our life going by. If you’re transcending every day, building up that happiness, it eventually comes to: it doesn’t matter what your work is. You just get happy in the work. You get happy in the little things and the big things. And if the result isn’t what you dreamed of, it doesn’t kill you, if you enjoyed the doing of it. It’s important that we enjoy the doing of our life."
Saturday, May 17, 2025
Thursday, May 15, 2025
the stahl house
Monday, May 12, 2025
my movie montages
I love the movies. And I like making things. So I spend a lot of time making movies out of the movies. Here are links to some of my ongoing montage projects. (Note: They're always best with headphones, or good speakers. The bigger the screen the better.)
Friday, May 09, 2025
Monday, April 21, 2025
index | found poems by ron reed
seven found poems assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2022
six found poems assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2021
found poem assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2020
four found poems assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2019
Two robots are coming.
Hide the WD-40...
assembled from the pages of the new yorker | 2018
I'm probably going to be a mad scientist,
and make the original recipe for creating life on earth...
A work consisting of a hundred love lyrics...
perfect days | @inglee + luke walker
Saturday, April 19, 2025
loren wilkinson | easter eggs
Warmed under wings of unholy ghosts
On Holy Saturday the candy eggs
Hatch and holler "buy me"
From their cellophane sacks.
And in the night the children sleep
Tucked in plastic beds
With candy ducks in plastic grass
Quacking in their heads.
But in the April dawn
They enter the cool light of living rooms
Where color blooms in the corners.
Green beneath the chairs, scarlet in the cushions,
In its shadows the room hides sweetness like a tree.
For an instant the children wait surprised,
As women in an unexpected spring might wait
Before trilliums, and the singing birds,
And the emptiness of tombs.
Friday, April 18, 2025
Thursday, April 17, 2025
Saturday, April 12, 2025
assembled poem | found, misread, and misheard
Obviously, Montag now looks like a heel rather than a hero when he burns him up, but I don't like heroes, all is well. In 2014, his mother was accidentally killed by her own car when another motorist attempted to help her turn her vehicle around after fly-tipped rubbish blocked her path. The outrage was caused by heavy rains and landslides. Crows are out attempting to restore power where safe.
Did you hear about the film festival in Sweden where the audience is hypnotized before seeing a movie?
You can be persuaded to slough off the vacant feet.
Before settling on Tiny Tim, Herbert Khaury tested a variety of names: Emmett Swink, Texarkana Tex, Rollie Dell, Darry Dover, Judas K. Foxglove, and Larry Love.
Thursday, April 10, 2025
photos | evelyn hofer