the glab page
The thing to finally establish the shape and quality of silence was the sound of motion which first sprang forth: the gnashing of gears, the strain of stone and steel, groaning and tired. The same was true for the darkness which was created in an instant by the light, a slightly sickening pink for the benefit of the many plants rather than the single person who lived beneath it, and sparked to…
This is somewhere I shouldn’t be long I can tell I taste it in the water that knows it’s out of place too Then returning, for a moment Beautiful to look at; impossible to live within Home, a painting: cold blue, cool greens, and infinite white
You speak for a good, long while, of shameful struggle and of deep gratitude, of people you hardly know and those closest to you. You forget bits and you ask for help, I side-track you repeatedly, and I make the grave mistake of correctly guessing one of your big reveals when you ask. I say it lightly, meaning nothing and without thinking. You take it lightly. We both know where I couldn’t have…
All the things I want to do spill joylessly out of me. I cannot even muster the energy to throw them off in spite. This is only partially true, but I still feel it for a moment before I sleep, somehow only beginning to tire though it's well into the next morning. Tomorrow will come and I will face it again, and when I encounter the many things I love I will simply do them. why does that feel bad…
The abhorrent vacuum, space seems to beg us to fill it. what could possibly be enough? My steps vibrate my body, all through it and up to my head, my jaw. The world rolls around and through me, vibrating with each step, even the bits you'd think were solid, like the sidewalk itself. in—fourteen. There's pressure or tension in the inmost knuckle of my left foot's third toe. in—fifteen. Parallax.…
It is a miracle to have any sense of being at all. There is some sense of what it is to be which seems to lie so incommunicably close to what is. I sleep and I lose track of it; at points I fall into the rapture of this ceaseless and powerful hail of physical and emotional phenomena and I lose track of it there too, somehow. Out of character, holding your hand, I call out to the car at the…
Heinrich Hertz (whose name you may recognize for his important contributions to wave measurement and automobile rental services) correctly identified light and heat as forms of electromagnetic radiation in the last few decades of the 19th century. Before his death at the young age of 36, he expanded upon the initial theory of electromagnetism, finding ways to generate and receive electromagnetic…
i was raised in a long shadow it caught the clouds up from the sea there is a wide, white mountain towering over me i penned their many names only mine, no one could read just for this wide, white mountain towering over me we shared our morning daily i'm off to work, they always see there is a bright, yellow mountain waking up with me my cigarette and coffee clouds around us both set free so that…
Always, the way forward is immediately before us. Always, it is the very thing before us; it can never be anything other than this , whatever this may be. In the gentle breeze, in the light of beauty and grace pouring through the window before us, the window itself must be the way; but, in baring one’s wound, to the world or to oneself alone, the way forward must be through the wound. Perhaps it…
At the very end of my recent writing on infinite access to media, I referenced a short quote from Rainer Rilke. In that full passage, he spoke beautifully of questions: I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not…