text – IT IN Place

Hanging Myself

alex — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:52:25 +0000

Not funny really in this time of Infinite Jests, but maybe it is really exactly how I feel. I mean in the sense of eternal return, or Metampsychosis, or however you spell it and whatever Joyce was talking about…. I’m hanging the show. I feel like a worker… in the Marxist sense of that word: working on the ladders with the back into it. I mean to say that hanging a book is a physical act. I’ve been training for it like a boxer at the gym.. but my fucking thumbs are still weak for the push pins and the map pins and the pins and needles and needles and pins…..feel like a carpenter… feel like Christ crucified… stigmata on my thumb. LOL. music here is some odd Brian Wilson post Smile mid mad period song. Fucking lovely and perfect fit for my raw time lapse. More to come…

To Sea. See?

alex — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 17:57:03 +0000

I fell upon this river of words while surfing the streams of video and I thought to myself, “this would look good with standing still sky text so the words have something to flow past and so I’m writing this and thinking of some great body of water carrying me along like words, or maybe some great body of words carrying me along like water. This then is the long, meaningless horizon line.
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Sky Written

alex — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:35:50 +0000

Think Ink

alex — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:30:01 +0000

Text Mess

alex — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 05:44:23 +0000

Text Message

alex — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 20:18:16 +0000

Hello. Where are you now?