26 February 2010
25 February 2010
Fado Menor Do Porto
The wind blows too hard for me to rest
something in my mind is going to stop
perhaps this soul thing thinks life is real
perhaps this calm thing makes my soul live
a harsh wind blows, I am afraid to think
my mystery deepens when lost in meditation
wind that passes and forgets, dust that rises and falls
alas if I could know what goes on within me
Fadista: Camané, from Carlos Saura's Fados
23 February 2010
Creeley had rented a fenced-in beach cottage and I was told to stop by when I wished, but I was hesitant to go. It was getting near sunset, I hadn't gone to the beach, and I decided to enter the beach through Creeley's because any other way would be a long trek. I peered in through the gate and there were people sunning in the courtyard. I entered and walked by them and then into a dining room where Bob, Ron, and seven others had dined on grilled fish, climbing onto a table to exit through a casement window to the sand. Opening the window crushed what remained of the cakes on the dessert tray. A woman said, "That's Ian, he hasn't been to the beach all day." Returning from the beach, my father was there to tell me that a guy he had lunch with on Tuesdays killed himself and that I wasn't helping out enough.
17 February 2010
I don't like digital cameras because I like to try to remember my visual experience while being attentive to my present experience. Once in a while I use manual controls because it makes me think about the light rather than have a machine do it. One of the few times I took photos was in Brixton when at least one man chased me and threatened to take my film, and a few Amerindian women blessed themselves when I photographed them, which you shouldn't do, and I take their side. However, I broke down and purchased a used digital camera for practical reasons and it has ten pictures from Israel on it:

I assume this is Tel Aviv:

I'm not sure what this is

I assume this is Tel Aviv:

I'm not sure what this is
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