A family legend tells that in the late 1700s, an ancestor was scalped by the Catawba and Edisto tribes on Edisto Island, South Carolina, along the shores of the Edisto Creek. This branch of the family had recently fled a village in County Antrim right before that town’s most notorious series of witch trials...
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Getting struck by lightning last week over the ocean – and in a 757 – gave me an unexpected but perhaps not perversely unwelcome glimpse into the cosmic beauty of death by simultanous drowning and burning.
This came at an odd juncture. I am looking...
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One of the first mornings in my glorious new studio downtown, and what happiness – I discovered a long-lost yet lovely pair of reading spectacles deep within an ancient and disintegrating hand-painted pasteboard doll’s trunk someone salvaged from a barn in far eastern Tennessee.
It’s...
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THE NEW NEST, BEFORE FULL FEATHERING
For the past month, the blog – like any good egg – has been experiencing a cozy winter’s incubation while I’ve been feathering the...
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Stalking hedgerows – like a fox, I’ve been skirting fields, stalking stalks of corn, looking for trespassing signs, hunting signs, signs of life, secrets of history within the wires.
The...
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Another evening’s word doodle with a handful of now-familiar words cut out of the New York Review of Books. Here is the last batch.
Words, a fireplace, a cat, a...
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The etching gets a bath! A zinc plate covered in brown grounding substance, scratched away with a little stylus.
It’s amazing that this wee bamboo brush survives a dunking in...
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In a city devoted to the dead, a cemetery’s living inhabitants sometimes go without notice. After four months of nearly daily pilgrimages to graveyards, I now begin my acquaintanceship...
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“Precarious Advances in the Field of Biological Sciences” is a wee section from a much longer piece I wrote this week, entitled The Delicate Architecture Of Our Galaxy. I’m looking...
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It’s the hour of trysts.
We witness a love affair between a pair of kitchen scissors and the headlines of the December 17th, 2009 edition of the New York Review of...
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Donkeys are surrealists. Look at those ears. Gorgeous and preposterous. Donkeys of France, I salute you!
Behind me (not pictured) envision a quite dashing French farmer – charmingly perplexed and desultorily...
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At the Centre Pompidou ELLES exhibit, I came across a poem by the absolutely ferocious South African painter Marlene Dumas. But before we get to read her poem -...
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