Saturday, December 31, 2016


Besides “wholly flourishing” this week (below), I spent six hours over two evenings living in and writing to the film “Rachel Getting Married,” which I’d seen when it first ran, mid-October 2008.

This time, thanks to streaming, I could dwell with the fate of a princess as ensemble performance filmed in documentary style, minute by minute.
If I push the documentary pretense into seriously pretending that the story really is happening—not a script being performed—some fascinating issues arise from odd aspects of the story that, I bet, weren’t supposed to be surmised. A rich sequel story could be written, dealing with how those odd aspects are prescient of what is to happen within a couple of years.

Anyway, the fake documentary style is enough fertile landscape by itself for discursive play.

I want to have more to post by next weekend, but I need to do work for the other website, which I’ve neglected for months. I’ll at least have another “saturdaynote” here, Jan. 7.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Sunday, December 25, 2016

loving north of La La Land

So I said (with Mick): Be expert craft in a world that accepts itself—authentic striving at home with kitschiness, scripts we write, scripts
we inherit.

We can trust in our career dreams with our love, finding a way to make them flourish together.

Reconciliation transcends, but so does devotion to making things work.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

on a way to scale being

The last part of “autumn leaves,” “on a way to scale being,” is done.

Monday, December 12, 2016

in praise of integral openness

Part 3 of “autumn leaves,” “in praise of integral openness,” is done.

Friday, December 09, 2016

light mirrorplay

The first two episodes of “autumn leaves” are done:

This is not about trees.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

moments flung across a seeing

Well, Ana, I’ve found a new obsession, so delightful, I don’t want to pretend to capture it, see: I write to movie streaming, stopping every few minutes or, as the story gains full flourishing, every few seconds, maybe going back several times to a moment, becoming the moment, writing to the intimacy of the moment: to an expression, to a stance. I can’t tell you aptly and briefly how sublime this can be.

Saturday, November 12, 2016


No news. But I’m getting closer to doing something memorable
(to me, anyway) probably by late November. Really.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

among squirrels

One can wander around crazy on campus and feel confident that others would presume that the wandering one is in some high revery
(if they notice at all).

Fortunately, in my case, they’d be correct (though Berkeley has more than its urban share of crazies wandering the streets, you know).
My common standing in woods, lost in high boughs, is rich.

Saturday, September 10, 2016


Old story once again: I’m so having fun learning and writing privately that I don’t want to give time now to brief, accessible updating.

Sept. 5

What is to be done when “you” (one) are (is) writing about a garden,
and that process transforms itself into a so-far uncaptuable landscape which transforms one’s sense of writing, such that endeavoring to
be accessible is infidelity to the transportation (the estate becoming topography troping incipient topology?), thereby being infidelity disguised as fidelity to a promise to be entertaining at a given date
for the casual reader? Writing becomes mere performance—
notwithstanding that all action tropes the performing of oneself.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

free association

Creative process is too complicated to discuss briefly (as I
noted August 13).

Free association goes where it may, regardless of thematic constraints. This is good, but it can cause a very broad—apparently unmanageable—array of notes. Suppose that over time, interests have gravitated into 10 areas. That itself is an emergence that could lead to pages of discussion (i.e., a genealogy of thematic gravities; a genesis of theme-ology).

Suppose (for the sake of present points) that each of the resultant 10 areas (in light of time’s gravities) has evolved around 10 foci per area, such that free association at a given time (while I’m out walking, 3x5 notepad in back pocket; or while I’m at my desk doing whatever) likely pertains to any of the 100 or so foci. I don’t take time to organize things; I make a note and move on.

Friday, July 15, 2016

flyday note

The April 20 set has 18 sections dated from March 21 through April 20, which actualizes a plan that was more or less set in late February,
but I didn’t actually write it until late June through July 12.

Sunday, July 03, 2016

creative process has its way

July 3

Whoops, forgot to update here June 28...

You think this is procrastination. No! I’m well along, but waiting until
it’s all done before uploading any of it. I’m pleased, and you will be, too.

June 18

Dear A., the peaks are gorgeous (notwithstanding the academic bullies yelling in the valley). I am the better argument, because I fly
and they do not.

home soon,


Wednesday, April 20, 2016

As Aide of Sophiana

Can a girl just make a place for herself in evolution?

Monday, March 21, 2016

critical artist as obituarial character

March 26 update

The March 20 ’s posting—same name as this one—got updated, but only briefly—albeit obscurely enough (keeping true to myself,
you know).

Sunday, March 20, 2016

herewith, thereby: creative living

This sequence of eight excursions expresses a transition from literary conceit through some conceptual prospecting to philosophical reverie.

This is probably more than half of what I want to finish by April 20.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

four modes of living well

Well, at last I’m back to developing the site.

I expect now to add to the site monthly, I hope weekly. I’ll indicate at the upper right of this main page when I expect the next update—here and there.

Monday, February 15, 2016

playing music

It’s said that 'music' derives from the Greek word
for anything “presided over by the Muses.”

That’s cool.

Friday, February 05, 2016


February 15 update

I hope to get the Feb. 15 posting done by late tonight.
See “February 15” below.

Monday, January 11, 2016

after “I'm gone,” an echo may remain

A genius of performance art, an exuberant space oddity, is no longer fallen to Earth: Davie Jones of London is gone, but all-Earth David Bowie rises from the grave, through “Lazarus” (the music video) and “Lazarus” (the play).