"…and not for five minutes will I be distracted from the wonder…"

tougaloo art colony…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 28, 2004 at 12:11 pm

i just picked up the schedule for this summer’s art colony week (july 23-30) @ tougaloo college here in jackson and there are some SUPER COOL WORKSHOPS going on…check out their site for the full schedule…i’m thinking of taking the rice paste printing class…drop me an email if you’re interested in taking a class and maybe we can carpool…

tone poems

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 24, 2004 at 11:06 am

they haven’t mowed the grass on the sides of the interstate yet and it’s grown rather long…watching each piece wave in an undulating, charmed unison with the others was a nice sight on the drive up this morning…at one point the grass was broken by a scar of upturned earth…tire tracks…they went down the side of the median and ended against a tree in a mound of earth and broken branches…someone had left a bouquet of flowers there…it was tragic, anonymous, and touching…

i’ve acquired a weird hitch in my sleep schedule the last couple of weeks…after i’ve gotten back to brookhaven, eaten dinner, taken a bike ride, and worked on the computer for a while i usually finish off the evening watching adult swim on the idiot box…more often than not i fall asleep on the couch before making it to bed…once or twice a week i wake up at around 2:30 or 3:00 and can’t get back to sleep…so i read, and it’s a nice little secret time, a part of the day untouched by the cares or demands of the daylight hours…tuesday morning i read the story of nisus and scylla (i don’t really like the linked translation but it’s all i could find) from ovid’s metamorphoses and since then have been haunted by the image of scylla as a young girl sitting in the highest turret on alcathoe’s walls, where she would regularly go to look out on to the sea…ovid tells of how she would toss pebbles onto a bell in the tower and enjoy the beautiful, random tones that it would make…years later, as a young woman, she would sit on the same wall and watch king minos lay siege to the town, fall in love with him just from watching him wage war on her own people, and give him her father’s kingdom as her show of devotion, which went violently unrequited…but it’s that image of her tossing stone’s onto that huge bell that i just can’t get out of my head for some reason…

it may be that my looming 28th birthday (next thursday) has something to do with scylla tossing pebbles in my head…getting older is a universal experience, but you have to do it individually and it’s always the first time you’ve done it…considering life as a wave then the frequency is stretching a bit, i think…there’s a little more distance b/w the peaks and valleys…28 may be the marker where i realize a bit more that some things are best done in consideration of the long haul rather than the immediate…a worthy but hard lesson to learn (i know, most people learn that long before they’re 28…what can i say…i’m slow), relearn, and attempt to practice with a bit more discretion…i’ll ponder that one a bit more for the rest of my solitary afternoon @ lemCom…forever forward…

country mouse | city mouse

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 17, 2004 at 2:58 pm

alright…i just put a new keyboard into the laptop and it works so
much better…i hadn’t realized how integral the letters ‘b’ and ‘n’
are in typing english and computer based languages…man, i want to
type a novella just to see the thing work…

i got a call from chuck first thing this morning telling me that
steve’s dad had died last night…he’d had a long illness but steve had
never really let on what his condition was so it was a bit of a
surprise, and a sad one…steve’s dad was always fun to hang out with
and always had a story of steve doing something dumb as a kid to
entertain us with whenever we stopped by steve’s parent’s house…

besides the news of steve’s dad it has been a most relaxing and
gorgeous day…i woke late, found my keyboard had arrived and installed
it, then had lunch with dad in b/w his trips to the hospital to tend to
rounds…he’d put the finishing touches on the bike he’d built for me
for my birthday, so we ran it around in the driveway while he explained
to me how to use the gears…i was feeling a bit sleepy from my bowie’s
turkey sandwich so i retired to my den to read some poems by william
jay smith and walt whitman…i woke up about two hours later not having
remembered putting the book down and i very well may have fallen asleep
in the middle of reading whitman…it’s interesting to think that for a
couple of seconds in between being awake and sleeping i was actually
reading without conscience…

after waking up i renewed my love affair with lawn mowing for this
grass growing season…much like driving i find mowing one of my
favorite paths to zen…b/w moving while sitting and the noise drowning
out everything around me it allows for a nice outdoor meditation…so
for my backyard circuit i said goodbye to steve’s dad and pondered the
glamorous trappings of the city (i know, it’s jackson, but it’s as
close as i regularly get), which i can only do when i shed city mouse
life for country mouse life…

jeffe just called and i think i’m gonna clean up and go over to his
place to sit on the porch, drink the beer, and listen to some
tunes…hope everyone is having a grand weekend…enjoy the weather if
you’re in the jackson/brookhaven area, you know that it will only stay
this pleasant for so long (though last year this weather did stay
through may for the most part but i dare not hope for it to happen
again)…

a still life in motion…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 15, 2004 at 8:27 am

man, so much i want to share but i can’t grasp any of it and make it sit still @ all…it frustrates to think of all the beautiful little moments that are so important for me to remember that just get lost in the voluminous collect that is memory…for the last couple of days i’ve tried to sit and construct a cohesive narrative of it all but as i glance back at the days behind me everything looks like a jet contrail, the line of rememberance growing fainter and more diffused as it stretches back until finally it’s but a whisper and then it’s gone all together…hopefully somewhere back in the depths of my mind something is keeping track of all this living and one day i’ll just happen upon it back there in a nice little package…

the brothers clark have been gracing bobby and i with their presence on the lemCom porch the last couple of evenings…usually leanne and/or melissa comes with them and we’ve had some fine conversation will sipping the beer…an extra treat was having lindsey and amy clay bounce in last saturday afternoon …everywhere i turn there are friends revelling in the weather and action that comes with the glorious mississippi spring…as mentioned previously valley called me up last weekend to say odom was in town…amy clay and i ran out to spend some time with them and it was very special…i think i will get to see odom when i go to NC for graham’s graduation in may…i think we’re gonna build a website for the band that he, ferd and emmy have gotten together…should be a fun site and allow the chance to antique some photos to make an olde-timey looking experience via new media…

also, i gotta give a big shout out to j koehler, who is a mississippi resident again…she dropped in for a cup of coffee yesterday morning and we had a fine visit…just can’t stay away, can you baby j?

last night was a good romp on the town…had dinner with heather, canada, and tina…we stopped off @ susan margaret and scott’s new digs in fondren so i could print a picture for the rainbow benefit art auction…on the way back to belhaven we came across william, raila, christian, twiggy, and jen chalking the fondren corner sidewalk so we stopped and contributed to the project…i ran canada, tina, and heather back to belhaven and came back to fondren to kick it with willieG for a bit…we ran over to see the progress on the capri theater renovations and it looked mighty nice…

alright, willieG is up and roaming around his apartment in boxers and his eeyore slippers…think we’re gonna drink the joe and start the day…fondren festival kicks off tonight…one big party in a three block area…hit it if you can…lovage…

ps – my friend shawn just sent me a link to an interesting experience he shared with a feathered friend the other night…it’s a funny read…

don’t wanna forget this one…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 11, 2004 at 7:42 am

me: will this be the first time you’ve ever gone under anasthesia?
joshC: officially

also, odom and emmy made a surprise visit last night, was great to get to visit with them…

brave new pearl…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 2, 2004 at 7:49 am

besides loving all things baseball i have been a die-hard atlanta brave’s fan since birth, courtsey of my dad…it was with surprise and delight that i saw the official statement that the AA greenville braves will be moving to pearl, ms, right next to jackson…i sure hope that we can keep a minor league franchise around for a good long time…being a braves franchise should help those odds…

still…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on April 1, 2004 at 7:21 pm

i am supposed to be finishing up a programming project right now, but the lemcom building is empty save for me and there’s a good vibe running through it from the first night’s grand opening and rather than if, else and do, while, etc i thought i would just take a minute to remain motionless and let everything float down around me and settle…

the bill for tonight’s grand opening celebration was joanne prichard-morris, josephine haxton (ellen douglas) and jill conner-browne, who are surely the grand dams of living jackson writers…joanne read from her introduction to ‘greater jackson, welcome home’, an excellent homage to our city and the peculiar identity that it is blessed/cursed with…jill read a piece from her upcoming sweet potato queen book, due out in the fall, which was, in tried and true fashion, uproarious (i won’t divulge but know that this website figures largely into the piece)…

without discounting ms. prichard-morris and ms. browne, i would be remiss if i didn’t say that ms. haxton’s reading was the crowning moment of the evening…she started by recounting her sighting of william faulkner walking across the square in oxford when she was an undergraduate at ole miss…how in sight and spirit he both discouraged and challenged her to be a writer…and from there it was just about sharing life, words, art, drinks and friendship with people…some were people i’d never heard of, others were walker percy, shelby foote, and eudora welty…it was just incredible to hear…there is probably no other person on earth that could recount such incredible times with those incredible people over so many years…it was a reverent reading, giving thanks to life for putting such great joy and occasion along its path…ms. haxton ended her piece by saying that during all the times she shared with friends, some literary geniuses and some not, that she hadn’t really realized what she was witnessing…she was just doing and being…an affirmation that greatness is not something that is really known by the great…it is a confirmation bestowed by memory and history…a conglomeration and magnification of moments that one happens to have been party to…it was a good lesson that you can’t discount the power of time…as a human it’s a variable you must yield to in both its brevity and endurance…

here’s the jo haxton audio: realAudio | Windows mediaPlayer…if for some reason, as ms. haxton or her representative, you think this shouldn’t be posted please contact me and i’ll remove it…

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