Anodyne
Friday, October 14, 2005
 
Rain threatening all day. Clouds high enough to the east that mountains along the northern edge of the Fraser Valley are visible from the Granville Street bridge, row after snow-capped serrated row under sunlight leaking in through a hole somewhere above Mission.

Leaves knocked down in the gutter like bran flakes left to soak too long in the sink.

A walk down to the Lab.

Frances Stark in my head all day -- brave, fractally complex work made with the scarcest of means: paper, tape, pins, an old purple mimeograph machine.

Reading Agamben's Man Without Content, and a catalog, Mel Bochner: Photographs, inexplicably found on the VAG's 50% off sale rack.


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