Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,   
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes
Ebon in the hedges, fat
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.
They accommodate themselves to my milkbottle, flattening their sides.

Excerpt from Sylvia Plath's Blackberrying.


Tom and I build another furniture piece today.  It's the first phase of a tea party set I'm making for the Arts Exchange Open House this Sunday.  I'll also be reading tarot and showing people how to throw their I-Ching coins.

Karley Sullivan, Interior, painted wooden furniture, 2012
Karley Sullivan, Interior, painted wooden furniture, 2012

Karley Sullivan, Interior, painted wooden furniture, 2012
Karley Sullivan, Interior, painted wooden furniture, 2012

Not to sound grim, but I just had a vivid dream about an 
eagle locked 
in a mundane empty house eating itself. 

I wasn't afraid, and it wasn't either.
Gruesome but the whole thing was bloodless.

The presidential election is in one month.
Ferdinand Hodler
http://hyperallergic.com/57998/housetraining-weird-uncle-ferdinand/
notes on highly objective, research based story-telling
cute, interesting, even zany.
Surprise M**th*f*cker
http://www.ifixit.com/Manifesto

It is true.  I earn my living
But, believe me, it is only an accident
Nothing I do entitles me to eat my fill
By chance I was spared.  (If my luck leaves me I am lost).

B. Brecht

I knew it would be tough to go back to work.





I'm Not Saying Anything Against Alexander

Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the Earth.
I don't understand him.
With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the Earth.

I'm not saying anything against Alexander,
Only I have seen people who were remarkable.
Highly deserving of your admiration
For the fact that they were alive at all.

Great men generate too much sweat
In all of this I see just a proof that
They couldn't stand being on their own
The smoking and the drinking and the like.
And they must be too mean-spirited
to get contentment from sitting with a woman.

Bertolt Brecht
http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/bertolt_brecht_2012_3.pdf

http://academic.evergreen.edu/curricular/ppandp/PDFs/Brecht-a%20brief%20overview.pdf
Cosmic Pessimism  in Continent.

"And so we have cosmic pessimism, a pessimism that is first and last a pessimism about cosmos, about the necessity and possibility of order.  The contours of cosmic pessimism are a drastic scaling-up or scaling-down of the human point of view, the unhuman orientation of deep space and deep time, and all of this shadowed by an impasse, a primordial insignificance, the impossibility of ever adequately accounting of one's relationship to thought--"

"There's a ghost that grows inside of me, damaged in the making, and there's a hunt sprung from necessity, elliptical and drowned.  Where the moving quiet of our insomnia offers up each thought, there's a luminous field of grey inertia, and obsidian dreams burnt all the way down"

Eugene Thacker