Tag Archives: the dead

Judy Garland

Tell yourself Christmas is a Technicolor fantasy celebrated on the moon. Bring young Judy Garland to mind. Have her sing Christmas is a Technicolor fantasy celebrated on the moon, the lyrics improvisationally transmitted from your mind to her lips. While … Continue reading

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Call and Response

Find an old telephone booth. If you can’t find an old telephone booth, use a refrigerator box, or the dimensional equivalent. Enter the booth or box. Place a dime, real or imaginary, inside the phantom slot and place a call … Continue reading

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Angels

Imagine snow. Imagine the symmetry of falling snow. Imagine the quiltlike cocoon of snow covering earth. Imagine the silence of snow sounding everywhere softly. Imagine you are old and cold in snow. Imagine you are young and running in snow. … Continue reading

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Dial Tone

Find a discarded old phone, preferably rotary, and call someone who is dead. If they pick up, tell them any number of secrets. If they don’t pick up, speak the secrets into the phone anyway.

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Snowbound

Go outside on a snowy night and record the sound of snow falling. When you have collected enough audio, go inside and play back the snow and try to find the hidden silences in its music. Lie down in bed … Continue reading

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Falling

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Elegy

From the series, Japan Poems. Time out a cemetery plotted on higher ground overlooking the railroad tracks crisscrossing bouts of traffic houses accounting for lives lived in shuttered flashes the dead amounting to subtlest vigils kept in the way wind … Continue reading

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Bone Jig

My mother’s bones. My mother’s bones resounding in my ears piercing my eardrums. Death rattle of the dusty gourd. Of the earth’s grief calling to us to restore. Calling upon us to become wardens attendants to vibrations crossing passages. To … Continue reading

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Haunt

Even last call could not keep the dead away from their favorite haunt.

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