Picked clean is how I'm feeling after April and pages of words, more than expected, my output seemingly to be at the low end of outputting in blogland, at least from what I've observed, but output nonetheless. Sometimes, I'll admit, I worry as others seem to outpace my pace, books streaming out, poems posted, chappies shipped as I peck away at the same old bones. So there it is, printed out, the pages -- a good amount of work to work with. And whether any of it is any good won't matter because I needed matter and matter is what I made morning after morning starting when it was dark and dawn not yet around though as the mornings went on there dawn was brighter than me as the words did some kind of magic. Now to look at the work, see the bones, play with the bones, the bones-o, like a fox on the town.
Friday, May 9, 2008
from The Geometry of Shells
The shells of mollusks derive much of their aesthetic
appeal from the regularity of their form. From the platelike
valves of scallops to the tightly wound needle-shaped shells
of auger snails, shells are endless variations on a geometric
theme in which an expanding figure sweeps
out a curved or spirally coiled hollow edifice.
Because shells are growing structures built by animals,
an appreciation of how these variations
are brought must rest on an understanding
of how shells grow. Once we know the rules,
we can ask why certain shapes that are compatible
with the rules are rarely or never encountered in nature.
Geerat J. Vermeij
My mind, being tired, is thinking about other ways of being.