watch what happens…

Mar 4 14

If I had Cyrillic I’d write pooskai-boodet, let it be.  to look and not actually find.  I decide I am not taking any more lollygagging from Muse, I cannot possibly endure so much raw contemplation, stop it already with the profundity.  I’m tightening the focus to just finding the light, seeing how far the light goes, and where to and how with relation to the different optics, including natural unpolished quartz  (hide this writing from the story that the lightshadows reveal a cryptic message that we have to go drop everything and chase, or at least stave it off while I get the popcorn and chocolate.)  I will indeed step outside my mind, and just look at the optics.  Plus there’s unwrapping the many, many new optics.  and leaving positive feedback.

Machine makes me listen to a bunch of songs, not necessarily inter-dimensional portals, just little songs, like Wild World. Machine has me listen to Beth Orton, no stranger to the portal, sing the song of Cat Stevens, who of course left the biz for the portal.  I don’t hear the lovely transparency of her voice, she doesn’t seem to employ that certain frail and compelling transparency of her voice.  Drawing of Vonnegut gives the wiry teacher’s eye that says, “taking notes?” with an unblinking stare that confirms I’d better be.   Onward forwardly we forge.  Open open open I can easily open if Marvin Gaye precedes me.  ex-plore im-plore i am well taught, love.  op-tics.  Bo-xes.  Lights up! (and today my studio futon comes! !!)

Later

I unwrapped about fifty optics today, fifty, set the optics out – they have to be on view. I see them in a curvaceously bended glass apothecary cabinet of glass panes painted turquoise steel, and it’s mostly  and precise piano hinged doors, thick glass shelves, and in my mind I have solved the mystery of the instant blackout curtain – that is to say, in my upcoming new studio,  I have blackout curtains on a system that allows me to open and close them easier than unripping tenacious Velcro twelve feet in the air, and securing the curtain open with the ornery $1 hardware store clamps.  When I see the apothecary cabinet, the curtains are open neatly, without need of the scaffold, sun from the south facing window that makes me sure this is not my permanent studio.  I don’t have such a cabinet.  Or such a studio, yet.

Optical shadow; lightshadow;

Mar 6 14

Tune in now to find out if I can hobble to the page with a broken left elbow, broken for the third time in my life. I’m not so sure the wrist mobility of typing will be alright.  Anyway, whatever it’s …I made it.  so I’ll listen to it…. needless to say, the work continues, and I take all inabilities as bless-ed relief from too many possibilities.  We just have to fingure out — exaxctly, Dick, exactly, we have to “fingure” out — how to type with a crippled hand.  In fact, I bet the advice is that I’m just not supposed tp use my left hand.  Hmm.  What?  i wonder… what sort of perspective or ability is going to arise from this in service to the work?  how to write one handed!  So that after all i will have time for the writing and everything else.

one-handed typing

The writing will tporture me by coming too fast fir even teo hsnds, and dick is cheering – until he realizes he’ll have to be on call at all times.  You dreamt this and you didnt warn me?  my right hand will become completely self suffivient, of course, in reflwcyion of  other similar aspects.

What’s it gonna be?  How’m i going to solve for one-handed typing ? i could type faster or i could say less.  Read more type less, or maybe refuse to comply and do everything i can pull off with my left hand, narrowly escaped from the binding around my bent arm, which clearly has to sit unused in the cast and sling.  I’m going to manage this well – work with the muscles and tendons so i don’t have any unnecessary atrophy ir strain.  There have to be ergonomic slings.  Typing s going to go fine.  But i am concerned i cant work with the optics one handed.  Except i can, i just plan to move the light rather than the object.  if something doesn’t work, keep stepping back frames until it does.