today, i picked apples and ate 4 donuts. i pasted paper clippings onto bristol board and let my hands remember making. i read bits of poems. i played at teacher. my mind is probably like this collage right now:
this collage is in progress. not sure what direction i plan to take it in yet. but i want to incorporate something hand drawn…perhaps a portrait of some sort?
finished this summer. just now posting it.
tomorrow is a day for writing, reading, churching, eating.
hello change.
Tuesday has become my favourite day of the week this winter. Given my internship and current non-employment, I have a long weekend (Friday night through all of Tuesday). Friday and Saturday are usually spent vegging and sleeping, and often not reading because that is what I do all of Wed, Thurs, and Fri. Sunday and Monday are spent doing any number of odd things, often still indulging in the weekend-ness of it. By Tuesday though, I am usually ready to read and write and think and fully immerse myself in those things (not that this does not happen on other days, but lately Tuesday has seemed more conducive to it).
After a week-long (short) stint with me in Minneapolis, Ian returned to Florida yesterday. Although a little lonely, this Tuesday has been especially kind to me, with little niceties such as:
:: Almost 50° weather today! It is sunny and a little wet, but the air is so light and refreshing, and so welcome after such a long spell of cold weather–it makes everything seem more attainable.
:: Good coffee. I just finished a perfect mocha at a local coffee shop here. The sunlight sneaks its way in and the music seems to bounce around the room and I find myself wishing I had remembered my sketchbook so I could transcribe the patterns left on my glass from the foam. Somewhere between crocheted lace and spiderwebs.
:: This video, via Black*Eiffel’s blog:
:: A stack of manuscripts, photocopied poems, and library books to peruse
:: A whole day to soak it all in
I hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday too!
i found this letter-pressed coaster in the Minnesota Center for Book Arts gift shop with this great drawing by Georgia Lune.
text on the back reads:
se caso con
your breath
is like coffee
on my pants
it’s not in
the right place
it’s not
in my mouth
(xavier cavazos)
this weekend i am learning to appreciate minneapolis. tonight i went to a reading at mager’s and quinn bookstore and sampled some great wine and food as well as i heard some surprisingly impressive poetry. i read some books and manuscripts. i requested books from the library (to save time and hopefully parking money….the books will be waiting for me so i can scoop them up and take them home). i added some old favorites like Anne Carson and Jorie Graham, as well as some I don’t know as well like Thomas Transtromer and my friend, Amanda Nadelberg.
tomorrow: reading and writing at a newly found coffee shop.
tuesday: letters.
last weekend:
