"Light the first light of evening, as in a room / In which we rest and, for small reason, think / The world imagined is the ultimate good." - Wallace Stevens
Saturday, February 03, 2007
memo to the salt-scatterers of bloomington
You may think it clever to spread blue-green tinted salt on the road. You may think it brings light, like the pebbles on the bottom of a fish tank, refracted underwater. But here is what else it looks like: broken glass.
Although this blog does not represent the bulk of the writing I do, I see it as a place for me to track and sometimes theorize the nodes of kinetic, aesthetic, political, cerebral or affective energy that come into contact with my "self" in the various collisions and exchanges that constitute the course of my everyday life. That is to say, this ain't always good writing, but it's not supposed to be. It's process, baby.
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