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Peter

West-bound dawn light clings to tree branches like wet snow

About Me

I've had the good fortune to get a day job doing one of the things I love. This makes it easier to do some of the other things that I love, but also tends to eclipse them at times.

My Interests

I think Saul Williams sums it up pretty well: "songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love."

I'd like to meet:

The Devil at the Crossroads, Robert Johnson style. Only with a camera instead of a guitar.

Music:

Flogging Molly, John Coltrane, Tom Waits, Mozart...Just 4 at random.

Movies:

Stranger Than Fiction, The New World, Man With a Movie Camera

Books:

Haruki Murakami, Paul Auster, Italo Calvino, Pablo Neruda

Heroes:

penguins

My Blog

ducks of agriculture

A Marx Brothers scene of chaos and mayhemRembrant's chiaroscuro is demolished by the tongue-licking brushstrokes of Monet which are in turn buldozed by a cubist construction with seven wheels (three o...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Jazz Cosmology

Its distance from the earth has no bearing on the question "How high the moon?"If you take the A train, you'll get to Harlem in a hurry. And time will move infinitessimaly more slowly for you than fo...
Posted by Peter on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 08:52:00 PST

El Train Steenbeck

An out of control tracking shot Passing through scenes: cars which exist only as headlamp rectangles of light. Workers before their shift smoking in the railyard. Riding a train you observe the...
Posted by Peter on Wed, 07 Sep 2005 09:35:00 PST

WoL

Sky. Sea. Air. we are now more conversant in the punctuation as a means of communication with machines . // c: than in punctuation as a measure of the rhythm of human speech...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

K 1000

Pentax K1000 35mm Single Lens Reflex camera There's something uniquely satisfying about operating a mechanical device. Actually feeling the opening and closing of the shutter under my fingers. Fo...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

fragments

and she leans down, kisses him softly on the cheek, and whispers "g'night kid" then walks off down the wavy blue-toned path into the forest. Ursine thought; of hibernation, berries, trees. Of salm...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

what we call the aesthetic fact

Music, moments of happiness, mythology, faces fatigued by time, some twilights and some places strive to tell us something, perhaps did utter some meaning that we should not have forgotten, or perhaps...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

on evil

What do you do in the face of evil? This is not actually the question. What do you do as coarseness gives way to anger, anger gives way to hatred, hatred gives way to cruelty, cruelty to inhuma...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

light

We create illusion, consume it, and digest it into reality
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

ineffable sleeplessness of antiquity

I tend to encounter the world as a series of images, rather than as stories...rather tends to make writing less effective...
Posted by Peter on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST