luminous work

Image-maker. In poetry, sound art, theater, collage.

i make things from words.  things that intend towards light.  here is that round box from the attic.  inside, letters, photographs, unlabeled cassette tapes.  some embossed invitations to my imaginative parties, which are select and increasingly irregular.  like you, i grow old.  i keep my hands busy and my mind occupied.  if it would be better to hold something in your hands other than a machine send me a message and i will send you something real.

T.S. Eliot's "Ash Wednesday"

doing penance...

cosmic dream radio, Episode 7

It's been a long time since I've released a cosmic dream radio episode.  I explain why and do penance with a straight-up reading of T.S. Eliot's poem "Ash Wednesday."


The Wikipedia page has information about the poem and a link to read it online.

what on earth was I thinking?

And I who am here dissembled proffer

my deeds to oblivion

and my love to the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.

sing, woman, sing. deer crash through windows. hell hounds want to play. this crappy bar? you've been here before. nothing's changed.  let's turn this basement into a club. everyone's looking for someplace to go.