The Other Corner Part Two

It’s tough not to have preconceptions. “In New York, this. In New York, that.” Regardless of the subject, (be it bagels or fashion), the statement was often a profession of what was the best, or which was the smartest/most efficient way to do something.  I used to find that formulaic phrase very annoying.  While its annoyance has not completely evaporated for me, I realize my reaction was about … Continue reading The Other Corner Part Two

The Other Corner: PS1 Books Inspire

One Sunday ago, after work I strolled over to witness the mass of artists, publishers, and small presses at MoMA PS1 for the New York Art Book Fair.  This was my first. It retained the excitement of the book fairs that would pop up every year at my elementary school–a temporary store of colorful, educational tools which would be a class requirement to attend. Except at … Continue reading The Other Corner: PS1 Books Inspire

the other corner

The streets are streets, and the grocery stores have Smart Water, but it is deeply unfamiliar.  I think I experience the ebb more like a thrust, a rubber band slingshot to New York, not being able to see the return trajectory of the rubber band back towards LA.  I land, and I jump into a furiously flowing current, routines and jobs at full speed.  My overarching feeling in preparation … Continue reading the other corner

I came to mourn the laughter

Here at Robin Williams’s star, it felt like trying to see the Mona Lisa.  It was packed like sardines with tourist families and fans, all reaching above heads to try and snap a photo of the vigil. Reporters were next to me prepping for their segments with their crews, some interviewing asking people “Why have you come to Robin Williams’s star today?”  I came to … Continue reading I came to mourn the laughter

New Sounds from my Autoharp

This past spring I went to Joshua Tree for a photo project, and the trip was quite surreal.  When it came time to take pictures, the camera battery was dead.  We couldn’t find a campsite.  There was an Equinox rave happening at the closest available campground.  So it seemed like all signs pointed to “BUST” and we drove home at 1AM.  At breakfast the next morning we … Continue reading New Sounds from my Autoharp

Horizon (poem)

Something in my heart is loose wonder fills my nights sense of calm remains, for shaken and moving parts continue their movement even when unchecked.   lively and unruly hungry for  adventure detachment maximized joy– pleasure-full and long, long.   new breath new smell new blood new sight new wisdom and very old.   Internal explosion and expansion outweighs the fear that my solid mass … Continue reading Horizon (poem)