"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
Thursday, December 20, 2007
they got cars big as bars
This one's for Vanessa. Because somehow we didn't drive around listening to this before we both shuffled off to our respective coasts this year. Happy Christmas.
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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Holla!
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