The Battle of Mid-May
It’s May 17. There are stranger things afoot at the Circle K, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Potpourri.
Wingin’ It
This will be a short weird one. That’s cool, right? Sometimes an experiment is called for.
This Artful World
I keep forgetting to change my Kandinsky wall calendar from April to May. I’m not in a hurry, though. One can stare at a Kandinsky for a long time.
“Ignore the tenderness you crave,”
sings Julia Jacklin, reciting a litany of contradictory lessons about sexuality in “Ignore Tenderness.” Her experience and mine are separated by large gulfs (e.g., gender, religion), but words like this cascade in resonance regardless.
Broken Hinge
It’s that part of the year where the sliding door to the balcony, my only source of outside air, stays open 24/7. The hinge isn’t broken because there isn’t a hinge, but phonetic satisfaction has defeated semantic coherence once again.
Grastitian’s Virtue
Who’s Grastitian? What’s his virtue? I don’t know! I make up words to cool my brain-coils down, and sometimes they sound like the names of people and their adventures and ideas. I never want to turn them into anything else. I just want to live in this teeming kingdom of association. Roger Penrose and Stuart Hameroff are asserting that consciousness is a quantum phenomenon that prefigures evolution. The world is gorgeous and bizarre.
—Dara Khan