PDX Haiku
November 8th, 2011
*First they look as shapes
and then as moving image
and then object plain
*note to self: a summary of the dream you had two nights past, in which you walked into a gallery that you had designed and that housed an exhibition that you yourself had conceptualized. The gallery’s 4000+ square foot floor plan was scattered with large geometric shapes standing tall and sometimes sprawling out wide, the entire width of the gallery. The shapes were made with different material, some painted wood, some soft leather or playable plastic. Each sculpture was painted one solid primary or secondary color. They were made to be touched, and explored. Some you could even enter or climb. As you yourself and visitors explored, the large pieces of shapes gave way to more specific representations of sensation and narrative, i.e. moving image or video of the source material in which the shapes (the abstract placement of the ideas) took after. Then these videos would give way to the actual physical objects. You rememeber one of these objects being stacks of children’s books. You remember one of these objects being many pizzas surrounding a medium sized dipping pool filled with soda-pop.
You don’t remember why this dream was important. You do remember that while in the dream, you were running from something.
January 17th, 2011
The friends in my dream,
were all holding paint rollers.
In my room, they stood up and looked me,
faces ashamed of the marks on my wall,
and the white paint
that blotched their clothing.
The real time helvetica clock. For the love of the type. See it here: http://helvetictoc.com/
Feb. 27th 2010
The red peppers at the wake were sweet and divine.
Savoring the juice and creamy dressing mixture in my mouth I turned to look you in the eye.
You were planted there, in a picture, something sly in your look.
You are far away now.
And I don’t like the sweetness in my mouth.
Feb. 12th 2010
Quickly how quickly,
my blatant obsession for
Dan Bejar runs clear.
November 15th 2009
I was awake after midnight
listening to the late night dj rattle off the dial numbers of all his sister stations: Waves of sound embarking into the night, capturing the air of neighboring cities and connecting the dots the town lights made in the dark. I stayed up all night.
November 3rd 2009
She, on her birthday
stares through the car’s window
thinking of regret
October 23rd 2009
In the cold evening
he will often lie awake
shewing pipe dreams.
October 19th
The trees in patchwork,
covering tall looming hills
above the gray town.
October 16th 2009
Sun peered through glass
making light for the dancing flies,
who mocked clean floors.
