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 i had one of those lucid dreams again that i found myself tugging along the late hours of the morning.  it was raining, like real life, and the water droplets that hit the oversized puddle by the shed sparkled like firecrackers, glowing with reds and blues and golds. somehow the rope would get loose and the dream would take the form of things i purposely don’t think about, like losing him and wanting to reconnect with them. i saw a flickering of a lighter and the plume of smoke and my heart ached for something i hated. in him and in me. and i stirred... and i’m left thinking about the fragmented remainders of what the dream wanted but i regain a hold of that rope and pull pull pull the damn thing until the slack is gone.

Shatterings

 

 

shatterings
 
 
things  coming   apart
have     their    own                order
and                their   own
                                        pattern.

as the order that binds them
ceases
slips
expires
                magic grabs
   the pieces from the darkness
between the spaces where they were

and as if
         in loving care
guides and whispers, soft persuasion uses,
     to the new born blankness
     of shatterings oblivion
                                      calling fragments
                                      to postures new and
unforseen

 

 

What the End of the Year Taught Me About Living Deliberately

 

What the end of the year taught me about living deliberately.

 

      So many moments of intimate conversation. The coffee shop had its distinctive smell. We sat at the usual table. Every night was the same. Sitting around with Ahmed and Justine and a rotating cast of people we know. I'd get back each night late, having a final the next day. Sometimes I just wanted free time after going all day, others I thought studying was in order. At the end of the year though all I wanted to do was to talk.

 

Two Single, Fleeting, Instances

The other day I walked from the gallery I work at to lunch. I saw the attractive girl walking up. She was smoking a cigarette. I didn't look at her at first deliberately. Then we looked at eachother. Then we looked away quickly.

The tile mosaic floor spread out before me, it seemed like it was going on forever. In a few hours this place would lose its relaxing charm and become a mecca of youthful activity. During the day though it is calm and little frequented. We always sit against a wall, in a fake corner. I wasted entire days just talking.

2011 Philosophy Picnic/Softball Game Pictures

2011-Philosophy Picnic Full Album

Despite a 9-4 faculty lead going into the last inning, the students came back for a 12-9 victory.

a matter of space

a matter of space

 155mm f/5.0

death cab for... the culturally understood?

 when people ask me what my favorite band is, i have a hard time answering. i love cocorosie but explaining their style and how i listen to it is too difficult for a simple, shallow conversation. i also can’t answer with ‘the playlist whose title matches my mood’ because that’s too vague and precarious and never a nice thing to respond with. so i default to death cab for cutie. it’s weird hearing people’s opinions on them. sometimes they’ll laugh and remember how awesome and visceral those concerts were, or sometimes they’ll smile and breathe out a nostalgic “ohhhyeah!” and recall their older favorite songs.

trusting

 it’s f-o-u-r and i’m humming songs about mariners like the birds outside. i’ve taken my placebo but the stress beat its ass and i’m now i’m just waiting for the sun to rise. in my head. i’m drawn to the water but even more to the fire; seen it been there done that. i’ll let it burnburnburn.

i stumbled and gasped. it felt good, like blood rushing to a scape; stinging and pulsing and alive. a little reminder of who. why. where we are.

(.  syntax.)

i’m a native of the sea but i grew close to waterfire.

2011 Shakespeare's Birthday Photos

2011-Shakespeare Birthday   Full Album

 Photos from the Celebration

Abandon All Ships.

 

Standing at the edge of the world

The waves flowing over the side

Into impending nothingness.

Take one last breath.

 

We sailed away from the shoreline

Raised the anchor

Strove forth like valiant youth we were

And funny now how we are knocking on heaven's door.

 

Captain, Captain!

Before the sail breaks!
Hold fast.

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