Saturday, December 19, 2009

I used to have a blog

Here are some older writings that I like:

Friday, August 11, 2006

Beaches in Rhode Island are different in these ways from the beach I grew up going to in Queens. You don't have to be afraid of stepping on broken glass or needles or shards of aluminum. In Rhode Island, if you try to pick up the foam of breaking waves, you'll find that it's only bubbles in water and it runs away through your fingers! In New York it's a foam that you can pick up, and it dries solid.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I was walking through my neighborhood tonight, and the sky was so clear. Looking at the massive golden moon I was reminded of: one night seven years ago I was sitting on a dock in Maine, and the moon felt closer than it ever had. I then wondered why people waste their time rendering landscapes when no experience of viewing a representation could ever approach the grandness of being in the presence of everything that has naturally occurred on a scale greater than what might be convenient for a human animal.
I think the irreverence of city-dwellers has to do with our distance from things wild. People here are so accustomed to surroundings made and changed by people, like we're really powerful in the scheme of the world. What hubris! Human animals are really powerful in making a terrible mess of beautiful things.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

In an effort to calibrate my Circadian clock, I went for a walk in the park. The sun was still white and the grass was dry and yellow, riddled with desiccated goose shit. The tide was low so I walked gingerly on shallow patches of quicksand. The water here reminded me that I should explore the rivers at home. The wind made the reeds buzz like hornets, and I liked the fake danger in the noise.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Yesterday morning I walked to the park again. The tide was low and smelled like it. The water was busy with Canada Geese and the applause of flocks launching off the surface was like a new type of quiet firework.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The unpredictability of life reminds me of when Ivy and I lived next door to that fortune teller who always bugged us to come in for a reading.
One day Ivy said to her, "You know what I do when I want to know the future? I wait!"

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad you refreshed a few of your old writings. They are, and I'm not exaggerating, really really fantastic pieces of writing.


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