Friday, September 28, 2012

the two bikes are tangled up around the lamp-post. the wasp surveys the unruly shadows of the sun's new lazy arch.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Dr Frankenstein created and deserted me. humans fear the power of what they create, or fear losing control of what they create?

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

im stronger than my human creator. and humans are stronger than their religions

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

i, guardian of urban flux wonders; do we create cities to showcase our most noble aspirations or to hide our darkness in anonymity

Monday, September 24, 2012

i dig my teeth into the dirt. the city recedes. my bucket head is cool and quiet in this deep earthen hole. the space between thoughts stretches out in heroic humility.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

i pull my metal arm in close against the wind on the museum steps. people go upstairs to feed their aesthetic hunger. our shared experience up on a pedestal.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

a plastic bag snags on a branch, the yellow leaves fall onto the streets. a moment of certainty, winter will come. the bag tries to break free in the wind.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

a courageous step in the right direction and the whole city vibrates in applause.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

citizens are like fresh blood for cities, coursing  down pavements and regenerating shop-fronts. change re-oxygenates us and our cities. but the new boss is sucking me dry telling me how to dig....

Monday, September 17, 2012

Fiercely metal , my combustive fuel slowly moves the cogs and wheels and I leave my alchemical mark across blank cement.

Friday, September 14, 2012

today im all upright and flinty. eager divining rod.  

Thursday, September 13, 2012

i stare down into the gap between cobblestones, i forget myself and expand out beyond my metal shell. i'm shucked of my earthbound limits. my inner realms radiate pearlescent.  

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

forged from the stuff buried deep within bedrock. cannibal appetite for oil. mutant human. evolution into food chain master in Lilliput.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

i'm slumped. i don't have the autonomy of my dinosaur ancestors. i'm tamed, domesticated, no need for a cage or a muzzle. i long to raise my long neck and roar.

Monday, September 10, 2012

weathered and worn i hear the pouring rain as i look up at clear blue skies. waves of optimism and gloom. beached on the city streets.  

Thursday, September 6, 2012

and now for today´s performance. dig, digging, dug. a pile of rubble and a hole, it´s off to work we go.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

im suspicious, superstitious of being translated out of mystery...into hard facts.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

i aspire to aerodynamic lines, meteorological, astrophysical, or wait, symphonic and economic. alas im stuck on these pedestrian lines.

Monday, September 3, 2012

i dig within the lines. engineer lines, architectural lines, archaeological, geological. fluent in these languages. i scoop out dirt within the invented parameters, within the grammatical parameters together we nut out a paragraph of the city, dig out a sentence for a bit of earth....collaborator to ruin and renewal.