thinking lots about places
I’ve walked in america
times I’ve heard the national anthem
Proclaim such feverish things
Maybe I mean proclaim with
ferver
I don’t know I am
feverish another tooth pulled
I place it under my pillow
Restless in sheets + dream of
an open america
after three minutes, the light moved on
how long, did it take to arrive to this and where are you headed?
hard edges running (everywhere is beautiful)
slow travel (walking, train, bus) from Brooklyn to Milwaukee
wild + rolling
A while ago I was in Wales
studying with an artist that walked
and for some days
before I met the artist
I walked the coast
Putting in long miles
Growing proximity to the place
We would meet
the coast of Wales
(you probably know)
Is up and down
Dramatic shifts in scale
And breath
As I walked
i was tracking so many things:
The sea the cliffs my footfall
What was ahead
The incoming storm
The sea the sea
my pack was full
and I was up so high
the descent to the sea
steep
I made a new rule for walking:
do one thing
walk
or
look to the sea
(this is how I knew I had entered mid 30’s
rules for safety-walking)
but to walk
and track one thing
heightened my attention
Body antennas alert
attuning meeting with place
Organizing a distanced dance date
A friend is concerned when i roll on the
Ground
Over and over
What if someone SPIT
There
Where you rolled
but rolling is more considerate
of all that is happening
than placing my hands
on a shopping cart
rolling through the vegetable aisle
backing away from the potatoes
because someone else is there
we need to touch this earth
correction
i need to meet earth
And smell it
So I roll + walk + twist
to know that I am alive
And the earth is alive
And we will keep seeking
Desiring
this moment and now this
For so long
desire
was not a part of my life
except to win at sport (go usa)
flag waving win win win
later, stumbling to my knees in the rain
forest I look up to see plant entwined with
plant all reaching
hungry
towards light
hunger is desire
survival is desire
lately, we walk in
formations
(6 feet apart)
Desiring (shouting) change
How is desire confused with
Off limit things
(fireworks)
Happy fourth of July
Fuckers
I am asleep by 10
On the 4th
Because I am walking long distances
Daily on seasonal roads that are really sand
definitely not plowed in winter
I want to be seasonal
wild come winter
And by winter
Where will we be?
But that is not part of desire
worried future thinking
Gut sensing mouth open breathing in
What is needed now
And now now
That is desire
Plants entwining reaching up
We do that
CAN do that
Now
I smile with my eyes to the person
Also looking for potatoes
As I reach for mine
It drops and rolls
down the aisle
heads toward the greens
I follow
blues that keep moving
ode to:
Francis Bacon’s Three Studies for a Portrait of George Dyer, 1963
Francesca Woodman’s Space series, 1975-1978
walking while dreaming/ dreaming while walking
photo text taken from interview between Peter Eleey + Helen Mirra, APRIL-JUNE 2011 issue of DIALOGUE
winter walking: flatlands
i walk north, for some miles, to greet the snow.
full moon overhead, good morning.
i wondered if i was coming or going
lungs around heart like wings
night walks
ode to bas jan ader// words: coasters: searchin’
an understanding of place: observe, notate, return
reckoning with walking the flatlands for three years. an accumulation of miles, walking routes, knowledge of each peak and pylon of the urban + rural land.
possibilities in mapping
opening up the possibility of the map | refusing the erasure of distance
[words from anna tsing, talking about disaster/anthropocene/future making]
seismograph scores
tracking bus rides thru central america with hand drawn seismographs
non stop rise + fall [slow entanglements]
CATERPILLAR + GRASSHOPPER [DEFENSIVE POSTURING + PASSING ON]
kickapoo river trail, between urbana and st. joseph
dumpster diving for plants | lullabies for plants
Part II
I go away + return
or
nearness + distance constitute a position
or
some plants don’t do well indoors
On the hill, on the other side,
A storm
Or, possibly, you
Part III
A poem for the horizon (sing)
Part IV
Yes is a word
Yes is a world
Yes, the center is holding
the picture’s freezing
Yes, that’s the dream that’s the dream
Part V
Time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell time will tell
Part VI
I was always leaving