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In the dream…
…I was irredeemably late. I woke somewhat ashamed of it, turned and tried to find sleep again. Can your credibility die in a dream?
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Internet killed the video star…
Did I mention that there’s a TV in my apartment? There it is, right where I like it, at the foot of my bed. Same spot as back at home. When I got here, all the electrical devices were unplugged (except for one clock radio that was oddly set to go off in the middle of the afternoon) and while a bunch of other things got plugged back in, I’ve had no desire to do the same with the TV. I haven’t even given it much thought.
A little strange, since I’m a hardcore TV user. Many hours daily, mostly cycling between cartoons, reality shows and any horror/sci-fi movie I can find. Occasionally things on TCM. On weekends, if I turn on SciFi after 9am when it stops being infomercials, it’s on for the rest of the day, even though I’ve seen just about every single thing they have on there, and ninety percent of it is beyond crap. I’m not even actively watching, just massacring the minutes. Most nights, my last conscious act is to hit the power button on the remote.
So why not here? I wish I could say that it was pure moral fortitude, uninterrupted zeal about working and making the best use of the precious days that have been granted to me here. Only in part. Mostly I’m experiencing the way that online access has taken over from the TV as the tether to home. The rest of my environment may be different, but this little screen on my laptop opens on to exactly the same world here that it does anywhere else I take it.
The lesson is – that I have to work to make it different, despite the language issues, despite the upset routine, despite everything.
Last night’s dream parade included: Renny Pritikin, a suggestion from me that we didn’t need the big room we had built for video editing because the software made all the decks redundant, photographing buildings on fire at night, traveling from Sweden to Finland, a zombie dream so frightening that I woke from it and refused to go back to sleep except that it part of another dream, some fight with people during an urban breakdown like a riot, David Deitcher, helping him locate a display case for an exhibition he was the curator of, becoming interested in working with etching plates, attempting a few monoprints regretting that I hadn’t looked through all the books I saw for sale next door because of the ideas they would have given me for drawings, trying to get my burning building pictures into the Chronicle, because its offices were nearby.
A recurring theme in my dreams is that I am leaving a place with regret because I didn’t do everything I wanted to there.
Three drawings so far today, so the rhythm that I talked about losing yesterday? Just temporarily misplaced.
Tags: daily photo, distractions, dreams, making things, travel, tv
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Sins of the overslept…
Some long dream this morning. My sculpture teacher Jake Grossberg once said, apropos of Jonathan Borofsky’s work: “Everyone’s dreams are equally interesting, which means they’re equally boring.” I’m tempted to write out my dreams here when I remember them, and a friend from college publishes a dream gazette, which is a great project, but when it comes down to reading other people’s dreams here on LJ it’s rare that I make it all the way through. The thing that unnerves and thrills us about dreams is their tone more than their events, and tone is precisely the thing that remain so elusive in writing.
Today also marks the beginning of a new experiment: poetry on the iPhone. In the same way that I have a hard time reading people’s dreams, I also have a hard time reading poetry. It makes me squirm to say this, since not only am I friend to several poets, but I fancy myself a cultured guy. There are any number of times that I go through a phase of buying poetry books, reading a few and then dropping them back on the shelf for a couple of years. I do love hearing poets read however, and on Sunday I had a conversation with Dominick about his recent discovery of audio books (something else I’ve been resistant to for years). Yesterday it occurred to me that there may well be quite a few sources for read poetry online. As of now, I’m just going with some podcasts I’ve found on iTunes, but I’m interested in expanding out from that – so if you know of an interesting source, feel free to suggest. This morning I listened to Elliot’s “Prufrock” some John Donne, and Christina Rosetti’s “Echo” which begins: “Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream;”. A poem about seeing one’s dead lover in a dream. Something I’ve had happen quite a few times. One interesting thing about poetry on the phone on the subway: it means that I can’t listen to something and read something like I often do. A good thing all in all.
What with the dreaming and the poetry, I rushed out of the house today neglecting to reinsert one of my sd cards into my camera, meaning that the pictures from last night’s office party remain unprocessed, and I need to pick up another card if I want to take pictures today. Better go do that.
Tags: daily photo, dreams, new york in black and white, reading, unitasking
