to make better use of space…
18 Jun
lately it’s phrase-ology, it seems. of this I am aware. But after the heading must come the content.
Mild overhaul in progress. I would laugh at the multi-strata resonance of that comment, but it has been too long, too many times, and I know that a shuffle of design on a website is part of a systemic thing, no less; but perhaps not in the directions you might think.
reading Underworld and The Body Artist by mr. Don Delillo is a strange yet ecstatic process: it hits you, hard, like a leaden, wet whallop, but afterwards you realize that that contact actually involved thousands of little sharp needles, leaving cruel, painful patterns of welts and penetrations all over you, through which new life– vegetable and meat, pollen and bacteria, fungus and face– enters you and mingles. I remember reading Ken Kesey once, talking about the power of literature to actually alter one’s consciousness, like a drug I suppose was the unstated comparison– seems rather obvious in retrospect but was actually kinda subtle at the time, and anyway, the point is, how much I have known this, that I cannot read something that doesn’t really, drastically, alter me at some level, a molecular rearrangement, a quantum shuffle, a cut-the-deck magic trick and ohmygod! there buried lies a face-card.
What I mean is, at the edge of exploring comics– little paneled worlds of color and thick line and strange significance– I all of a sudden see the amazing, unique, magical powers of words (again).
So make room, make room calls a voice, and I try; shuffle the instructions to move the little bits of light around, make room make room for more words, more words. Somewhere up there I slip in a sliver of my profession, a few images of easy navigation to get to comics and the like, however…
…just not today. A long drive, a revisitation-if only for an hour or two. There too I will make room, clear a small storage space of I-can’t-remember-what, empty the attic of that clutter of history, and move on.
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