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The Hot Action of Recollection | ak.bridge
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The Hot Action of Recollection. The part of you that is me, is in my pocket – I leave it at my door with my keys and wallet and stuff it back into my jacket as I leave again, like a gum wrapper continually inhabiting the bottom of various caches, and eventually disappearing on its own without merit. The beginning of chapter one / /. The muse is a hot red convertible hitting the road that is your mind, a god, one way and red lining, contorting the sound of your peace. The middle of chapter two / /. If the...
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Bright Voyager | ak.bridge
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The first of perhaps a few sporadic installments of a drive in the Great West. Always have your voyager prepared. A passage from pedro paramo. The black cicada cycle →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Enter your emai...
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a passage from the sand county almanac | ak.bridge
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A passage from the sand county almanac. The trophy recreationist has peculiarities that contribute in subtle ways to his undoing. To enjoy he must posses, invade, appropriate. Hence the wilderness that he cannot personally see has no value to him. Hence the universal assumption that an unused hinterland is rendering no service to society. To those devoid of imagination, a blank space on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.”. The black cicada cycle. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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a passage from ‘ the land of little rain’ | ak.bridge
https://akbridge.wordpress.com/2015/06/15/a-passage-from-the-land-of-little-rain
A passage from ‘ the land of little rain’. The Pocket Hunter had seen destruction by the violene of nature and the violence of men, and felt himself in the grip of All-wisdom that killed men or spared them as seemed for their good; but of death by sickness he knew nothing except that he believed he should never suffer from it.”. The Hot Action of Recollection. A storm in the San Rafael Swell →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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belongings | ak.bridge
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One must create time itself, suspend it if possible, to prosper in other disciplines; or otherwise wither. The Hot Action of Recollection →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Enter ...
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ak.bridge | fragments & flashes | Page 2
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A passage from the sand county almanac. The trophy recreationist has peculiarities that contribute in subtle ways to his undoing. To enjoy he must posses, invade, appropriate. Hence the wilderness that he cannot personally see has no value to him. Hence the universal assumption that an unused hinterland is rendering no service to society. To those devoid of imagination, a blank space on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.”. The black cicada cycle. It is an easy town to leave...
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and lightning on the Sea. | ak.bridge
https://akbridge.wordpress.com/2015/04/18/a-poem-and-visions-of-the-sea
And lightning on the Sea. C = constant = speed of light (1.08 x 10 9 km/hr). Sea = constant = battering of water against raised dirt. And as a bother: apparently nothing is simultaneous. two events (call them lightening strikes) happen at precisely the same time [as time is understood (a dimension)] and are dependent on the propagation of light as it is delivered to the viewer. The events happen in two exclusive coordinate systems (K as in AK) but the viewer is in a separate coordinate system (K1). You a...
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a storm in the San Rafael Swell | ak.bridge
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A storm in the San Rafael Swell. In the morning one might have thought we were a fixture in the always eroding landscape, caked in red mud and popping out as just another awkward formation in the land weather designed. From san rafeal desert and space, utah ). A passage from ‘ the land of little rain’. Photos and explanations of an american west as seen in phases (part I): the exit →. One Response to “a storm in the San Rafael Swell”. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Mexico city blues...
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frames. | ak.bridge
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Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. A storm in the San Rafael Swell. The black cicada cycle.
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we move toward an ocean of light. | ak.bridge
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We move toward an ocean of light. There’s no fire left in the logs, but the embers are still hot. A heaviness, the words do not string together. i demand the river to create a coherent vision, to compose a verse, but it simply unearths some sand and deposits it on the shore and moves on. The furthest canyons are shaded in blue and become redder. as light travels and the waves in the river are fixed, the water moves. i too am a point, in all coordinate systems and i move like an ocean of light. The black ...
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