60854 indirection.

The thought pierces your awareness: The destination you seek is nigh as your path sidles the edge of a dark glade, into which it veers a bit ahead. Your eardrums tickle with the intuition that something goes on within, but concretely what you could not say. It strikes you, too, that you are being observed, by someone who may — or may not — be your adversary.

60720 as yet untitled.

„On a day when the wind is blowing, be certain to listen for the surfaces it touches and the things it carries away.

60677 éblouisse.

When the wind is sharp

60669 ever not ever.

You see a town from afar. From here, only little can be discerned: rooftops, chimneys, towers, absences for marketplaces and squares. As you move closer, different perspectives slowly emerge. The roofs describe themselves in wooden shingles or clay tiles; the road splits into streets; the walls of buildings become barriers that constrain and guide you on. Towers hover over solid enclosures, which can now be entered and wondered at. The small surfaces of the distant view are dissolved and reblended to form the details of the individual structures, while in the voids above the streets and between the buildings, small birds play in the wind.

60646 procession.

On a late summer morning, we leave the heat of the Chéngdū streets behind, and wander into the cool garden of the Wénshū Yuàn Temple and Monastery, one of the most important Zen Buddhist centers in China. We observe as a procession of chanting adherents passes through.

60638 reversal (crows).

Find any city that has winter and, just at that part of year when the analēmma rounds its lower arc, wait until the sun begins to go down; thence hie you to the outskirts of the settled quarters to seek a more vacant, derelict area, and there find a lonely cluster of trees. You will bear witness to the restive sounds of assembling crows, gathering thither to discuss the matters of the day.

60615 tell it to the water.

“Water has listened to many dreams. It is a custom in [our] culture: If you have a bad dream, you tell it to the water so that the current takes it away and the nightmare doesn't come true. I imagine how my dream flows into the river and is taken somewhere far away. And then the dream will return again as rain, showering down in front of my house. Or in winter, it will fall as snow and cover the yard and the stairs.”

60593 tashkent bazaar.

In the twenty years since my first visit to Tashkent, the

60584 the poison cup.

„It seems not that I was dreaming of something, but rather that I was dreaming of remembering something that had happened previously in the dream, and in the dream time, rather than in waking life. And so, I thought, each dream brings along with it its own complete world.“   Darosvali Rorosuret

60511 mortal coil.

In which we devise a circumstance wherein the tortional energy stored in a long rusty helical doorspring (inter alia) becomes a physical, as well as aural, metaphor for the tumult and turmoil referred to in the erstwhile, more classical, sense of the word ‘coil.’