SPENDING DARK DAYS IN THE SUN

I.
Archaeology of Logic

In a future-past there existed a museum dedicated to an era when logic roamed the earth,
its hulking body bearing down heavily on the concrete plain, cracked like a Liberty Bell upon its first clang.

II.

the confidence 
in concrete
the energy hum
of the sun
the blank weight
of history
the rising that 
will come
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III.
The Flintstones

“Good stone walls make good neighbors.”

IV.

3/9/2011 – Carnivorous plants*5/9/2011 – Beheaded queen* 6/9/2011 – Mountain movers
12/9/2011- Universal practice*13/9/2011 – Pink things*14/9/2011 – The last philistine* 15/9/2011 – Charms
17/9/2011 – Advanced amateur*18/9/2011 – Handkerchief *21/9/2011 – M*22/9/2011 – Deadline at dawn
23/9/2011 – Paperweight *26/9/2011 – Beloved be the one who sits down* 30/9/2011 – A wave of vertic
13/10/2011 – Fortune telling*29/10/2011 – Time*8/11/2011 – Typology*3/12/2011 – insomnia
8/12/2011 – Catastrophizing*7/1/2011 – Granite street furniture*9/1/2012 – Panopticon
23/3/2012- Artificial rocks*23/3/2012 – These types of fear*26/3/2012 – Messages by spiritual beings
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V.
Cats/Tectonics

Who have passed and always will pass
between realms of the living and the dead.
The skeletons that hold them up, let them bend.

VI.

Marble carved hands should have never existed*Carved ivory hands always missing a thumb* Glass carved hands have dirty fingernails* Iron carved hands are distrusting*Polystyrene carved hands are hard to find* Fabric carved hands are less appealing* Porcelain carved hands are deformed* Paper carved hands have paper cuts *Plastic carved hands are malicious*3 It is a well-known anecdote, Constantin Brâncuși's last 19 years of life spent producing very little artwork, but rather preferring to shift objects around his studio, searching for their perfect arrangement. Even when a work was reluctantly sold and shipped off, he would create a plaster copy to supplant the original, maintaining the constellation. Plaster carved hands come in triads.

VII.
Half-way House For Objects

Knick-knacks with “a past,” objects who had bad reputations among their peers (now mostly deceased),
can finally get off the streets, retire in peace.


IIX.
Promethea and the eternal life of the narrative

While Prometheus was condemned to have his liver eaten by an eagle, each day regenerated and eaten again, Promethea's continual rebirth comes from a more recent eternity, 1999, where she exists as a young woman in New York City.

 

KINDERHOOK & CARACAS, 2012.