snow, please snow day, snow

seabear

i like this seabear video now.

and part of this poem by joseph ceravolo:

tell us where o eat to stop and eat.
the diner is never gonna come.
the forest things are passing.
i did drink my milk
like a mother of wolves.
wolves on the desert
of ice cold love, of
fireproof breasts and the breast
i took like snow.
following me
i love you
and i fall beyond
and i eat you like a
bow and arrow withering in the
         desert.

st. patrick's day

people don't celebrate spd on spd in denver. the parade happens the weekend before, and on march 17 there really isn't indication that it's here. we spent some time trying to find eldorado canyon state park, but really just driving around slushy mountain roads. and then i went to the park and drank beer in the sun. and then i went to a furniture store. and finally, a very crowded bar.

near gross reservoir

oh, two days ago, j, a, and i found this hidden beach behind a mall. we kept thinking other pieces of sand were the beach. and then we found the real beach.

knock knock

who's there?

bicycle.

bicycle who?

this is a picture of my bicycle by some water at wash park. when i was there i saw a dog go for a long swim and she looked like a seal. her name was tina. her person kept saying, tina come here but she didn't. she was swimming with geese instead.

it was a perfect saturday. the park was filled with dogs and bicycles.

on the way home i found this very pretty mannequin by someone's door. i think she was selling perfume. or maybe some kind of documents.

later, i went to food not bombs with j and d.

this bicycle was there.

d got to eat eggs. and a man forced upon us a pencil.

i found that one lady's friend, but her face isn't done.

cabinets of curiosity

these are pieces from the projects of students in the creative writing class i was teaching this quarter. it revolved around the idea of curiosity and culminated in the collection of curiosities into a display space.

denver with clouds

In A Dream

In A Dream is the best movie.

it's about the artist isaiah zagar. i want to live in his house.

here are some pics from when we visited his art:

this week i feel like this

 

bicycles

i love bicycle blogs. this is my favorite one.

here are some pictures of denver bicycles:

 

 

these are mostly my friends' bikes. i'm going to do my best to improve my bicycle-photographing skills and then make a bicycle blog. i want to show more of denver in the pictures. and maybe show some beautiful things. remember that line from paige ackerson-kiely that says, "i locked up all of the beautiful things that might move me"--

i think i might try this.

here is something that isn't a bicycle:

hotel splendid

"adel called me ada. and then she died. my sisters died of the same illness. i prepared adel's body. i also covered her face with a lace veil that belonged to grandmother. i laid ada next to adel. i no longer have any sisters. i only have the splendid."

it has been snowing. a lot of snow has come. i think i must love, more than anyone else (except beckett), marie redonnet. i just finished hotel splendid, the first of the trilogy. it's about the hotel splendid. and about the swamp. i love unmysterious syntax.

i'm also reading a book that says this:

"what we see and hear, or what we feel and smell and taste, is only a small fraction of what actually exists out there. our conscious model of reality is a low-dimensional projection of the inconceivably richer physical reality surrounding and sustaining us. our sensory organs are limited: they evolved for reasons of survival, not for depicting the enormous wealth and richness of reality in all its unfathomable depth. therefore, the ongoing process of conscious experience is not so much an image of reality as a tunnel through reality."

--the ego tunnel, thomas metzinger

the first chapter is called, the appearance of a world, which feels like my life. i like to think so much about the world showing up as the world. and what that means. i like most to think about approximation. and how everything, at its best, is only ever this.

the only other things i've been doing are carrying around a paper crane and listening to iris dement.