Said peach lodged in the night sky.
This is a short summary of yesterday.
Loretta Lynn & poet Lynn Xu & I celebrated our palindrome birthday—4/14/14, a brisk spring day after a light snow here in Denver. I turned 31 years old, walked in the sunlight looking for blossoms, wrote a poem, and spoke to my friends and family on the telephone. For the 10,000th time, I thought “I have the best friends in the world.” A delivery man knocked on my door and handed me lilies and spray roses from a very handsome admirer. I ate dinner with friends and my brother, and I sipped on a vieux carre.
Later, I drove to Dinosaur Ridge with a dear person, and we talked about distraction while we fixed our eyes on the shadow of the earth overtaking the moon and the sun’s reflection making the shadowy moon red.
When I zoom in on photos, the blood moon is a ragged peach.
LR: An event is perceiving.
EA: Yes, an event. It is a speed that you catch. Images are not still. They are moving things. They come, they go, they disappear, they approach, they recede, and they are not even visual—ultimately they are pure feeling. They’re like something that calls you through a fog or a cloud.
Lisa Robertson’s interview with Etel Adnan returned my mind to its proper tasks. Maybe it could budge you too.
I’m in love all the time.
"When I was a baby, I was really born." -Penny Lavender
Volkswagen Beetle, The Mission, San Francisco, California — just before the owner walked up.
On the left is one of the most important people in my whole life, Collins Thomas Schude. He is one of the reasons I am a writer. In my early 20s, I borrowed his faith in me until I had my own to replace it with.
On the right is the material of Col’s dreams: The Forge (www.forgela.com), a production studio in L.A.’s Cypress Park neighborhood. Folks produce anything from fashion photos to music videos to full albums here. The Forge is also home to a handful of artists who’ve built a community and an ethos.
I’ve spent many weeks at The Forge over the years, some playing and others working on collaborations with CTS. A few years ago it was a diminutive shadow of its future incarnation.
I visited the studio last weekend, and I was speechless. Collins drained every resource—blood, sweat, tears, and pocketbook—to make this thing real. To say I am proud and impressed—these are gross understatements.
Keep an eye on The Forge, on Collins, and the orbiting makers.
And a decade and a half later, I am still as in love with Jeff Mangum as my young self.
It was like The Beatles on Sullivan in 1964. It took everything not to pull out my hair.
As it would happen, I am leaving my beloved home in Denver, Colorado for Athens, Georgia this summer. I am honored to accept a spot in UGA’s PhD program in Literature and Creative Writing.
There are too many people to thank, but I wouldn’t know up from down without Julie Carr and Noah Eli Gordon. Also, I must extend advanced thanks to Andrew Zawacki for his faith.
Onward to the next adventure.