August 26, 2011

waking up remembering proust waking up

The first thought, a tiny wind, is mental vocalese, a series of long vowels opened into through mm or nn, that mimic the breath and the sound of sensory doors opening. What is the sound of the eyes recognizing form? What is the sound of ambient sound dawning on the conscious mind?
July 4, 2011

opening mantras

...you remind me that to write truly I must keep an animal head and use my very bones to scratch my marks...
July 2, 2011


Language is the child continually asking “where are we going?” and “when will we get there?” Mantra is the child who says “I love it here right now."