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.

I made this poem over time, streaming words, scribbles, video, image.  One month chained to a rock with Andromeda, waiting for Perseus (the destroyer).

Think: Japanese scrolls as early film reels in which the viewer actively controls the narrative's pace through real time (by unrolling the scroll).  Read this poem like that.  Read as if you're listening to me read it...silently.

Scroll on tumblr.  Or, if you prefer, start with the finished poem, and  de-constellate it--here is the text as a cluster of hyperlinks