Friday, June 23, 2006

End of week and no completed writing project to show for it, but that's an arbitrary- and not very plausible at that- assumption. It's been a good 5 days of intake. There's a been an almost daily cycle of clarity and confoundment as regards my ongoing writing practice. Still in strategic mode. Strategically speaking, it's a pile of goo. At one point I thought/wrote: "Still in strategic mode. Ideas of place. History. The History Channel. Ecohistory. Echo."

Then I wrote-
perspective as the plane's
shadow in profile
its childish form (other childish forms?)
the same size as a house without a person or tree
for reference, only a continuity of surface, a gesso
of low growth the texture and color of a sweater
worn by a woman under the roof,
the simple shape- one story or two-
the plane below.

Then "Eureka" and some notion about deconstructivist architecture and empathy.

All I know is that I am not a bat. That I can walk up a mountain 700 feet. That I ate a raw oyster for the first time at the invitation of Laird and it was less than gross. That the graffiti says "cause I love you." That I saw a family of raccoons cross the street and disappear near the curb where I walked- gingerly- moments later. It may have been the same day McClure called us "mammal patriots" that a student was actually bitten on campus by a very forward squirrel and Joan said, "Your mind: you can be the proud owner of this formidable machine."


Blogger Hayes said...

yo, send stuff to summerstock!
couldn't find yr email...I hope you look at this...uh...uh...good talkin at the downer...but, uh...don't remember too much of it...anyway, wish I could've talked a little more while you wr, uh yeah..send stuff to to hear from ya!

2:34 PM  
Blogger Kerri said...

hey jared,
sorry to leave abruptly. once i surfaced from the sundowner i realized it was way past time to take myself home. i will send poems when i have some.. thanks for asking~

5:12 PM  
Blogger John Sakkis said...

hey kerri,

you just missed the mother of all joke, out of the blue it starts raining snowballs...hail the size of small baseballs! i'm i told you i've seen some of the strangest weather of my life living in boulder over the last couple years but this...oh man, THIS was out of this world...i couldn't see 10 feet in front of me the rain and hail were so entire apartment complex mouths agape smokes in tow beers in fist taking shelter by the pool watching in awe...wish you could have seen it...maybe this was the quintesential boulder experinece you were looking for...i'm blown away...

7:32 PM  
Blogger Kerri said...

i saw it from the runway right before we took off.. transparent at either end where the rain wasn't making it to the ground with an ominous, opaque middle full of lightning. looked spectacular.

i think walking home from the downer alongside a fox, having it stare at me like i swear it was going to speak with the voice of johnny cash.. i think that was my quintesential boulder moment!

7:47 AM  

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