{"id":1359,"date":"2014-10-16T05:08:48","date_gmt":"2014-10-16T05:08:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/godshampoo.com\/?p=1359"},"modified":"2014-10-19T15:50:11","modified_gmt":"2014-10-19T15:50:11","slug":"nine-of-coins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/?p=1359","title":{"rendered":"Nine of Coins"},"content":{"rendered":"

I come to the page without the work to drive the writing. \u00a0In its passive state, not in the fabrication process, I see… meticulousness. \u00a0Mimicking, as camouflage, and meticulousness that I barely perceive. \u00a0Like a bad therapy patient, I\u2019m reluctant to admit that my life, and not just the art, is my creation. \u00a0But you can\u2019t give<\/em> a person that message. \u00a0I stare at the page like the lights up bright at the cocktail party, and shake my skull, listening.<\/p>\n

I woke up at 4:00 in the morning and got to the coffee and admin, like it goes. \u00a0Muse adjusts my sleep clock like it’s none of my business. \u00a0This is time for absorption and interaction, out to the shows, out in the city, among the peoples.\u00a0 Reload the questions. \u00a0See the art. \u00a0I am both eager to see The World and its art, and also I dread the twisting ache to be in the studio making, that churns in me in response to it. \u00a0Or the flashes of clarity that disperse like fog no matter how I try to capture them in drawings or writing or little watercolors or pnemenonic memory devices that never work as well as they do for the person who teaches them to you.<\/p>\n

But that\u2019s just the double-foil manifesting here. \u00a0the bitch of it.\u00a0 that\u2019s what Drawing of Vonnegut calls it.\u00a0 the bitch of it, he says, just exactly like a person except for a) it\u2019s my imagination and b) he\u2019s imagined wire bent in the shape of Vonnegut\u2019s ink-drawn self portraits, expanded to 3-D, a little bit wrong, the way it ought to be.<\/p>\n

And how the present mercilessly overtakes the past, making the very idea of resetting the course a little absurd.\u00a0 We are always on the course that we were never on before.\u00a0 We make every single thing we think we see.\u00a0 every little interpretation, cause here\u2019s the sun outside same color as last October.<\/p>\n

buck up, I tell myself, and hand myself the drawn shovel that my mind made the very first time I heard about praying for potatoes from the end of one. \u00a0But I won\u2019t take it.\u00a0 I\u2019m either broken or being dramatic.\u00a0 I have to conjure up the memory of Tami, and look across the room at the the ceramic cup that says, \u201cWhen you\u2019re going through Hell, keep going!\u201d<\/p>\n

I decide it\u2019s a writing teacher, and the course, delivered in elegant charades, is about building a story.\u00a0 I marvel at the Universe iterating from light to gasses to rocks to the extended version of Voodoo Chile, and\u00a0stare at my mind. \u00a0It blinks back, knowing I set it up…<\/p>\n

I tiptoe to the cabinets again. \u00a0gingerly I grasp the little silver handle, then I do nothing. until finally, later, I pull the door open<\/p>\n

All the tricks of early photography<\/a>, questions of how to re-present, with the stereovision and color, moving celluloid images, a fast shuffle of still images in readable sequences of change? With a separate and somewhat slower sound?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I come to the page without the work to drive the writing. \u00a0In its passive state, not in the fabrication process, I see… meticulousness. \u00a0Mimicking, as camouflage, and meticulousness that I barely perceive. \u00a0Like a bad therapy patient, I\u2019m reluctant to admit that my life, and not just the art, is my creation. \u00a0But you … Continue reading Nine of Coins<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1376,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1359"}],"version-history":[{"count":24,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1402,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1359\/revisions\/1402"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}