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the hermit

i think of lenses on swivel pins, i think of swaths of vision, larger from farther away like the farthest boarder of vision, the edges of the page, galaxies in the night skies. mindboggling. i think of the latest grant application and i know I’ll write it tonight, from inside the writing. i have to say there is a resistance to doing the application and I can’t be bothered to decide what it is. i’ll send something from the source inside and if they don’t like it, then, puh-leeze and thank you, lead me only to opportunities that jibe with the work.  we only ever see half of fate’s reasoning anyway.

take the spiritual journey path? Dick grabs my fourth finger and jams it into the question mark key before I can tap the exclamation point.

language is the best swivel pin of all. it’s swivel pins all the way down.

i was doing a tarot reading, a quick (2-hours maybe could pass but I can’t fight it. I am reminded how I did away with the parenthetical.

this show, the show I am making for now, and for which I am setting up in the coming weeks, the reading for this show.  3 cards: 1) the situation of the work/where it’s coming from 2) the manifestation of it, the making and its body and location and 3) the outcome it brings/direction it sets/influence on the continuing work