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A Late Autumn Visual interlude

A Late Autumn Visual interlude

To praise the mutilated world.

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I did not make ink this week.

But I wanted to tell you about the way the leaves of the roses are changing and the roses are still alive, I wanted to tell you about the night with its not quite full moon how much I loved that shape. Gibbous. Waning. Losing light beautifully, incrementally. Every night. But everything seemed like too small a thing to tell you. You, somewhere out there also pulled into cycles. I wanted to tell you even about the rundown Phoenix gas station and the golden light through the weeds there where I went to fill the tires with the air machine out back that still takes quarters it had stopped raining and I spilled my coffee that I’d only bought to get the quarters anyway and the rain had stopped and I found a wild rose bush back there and I used my special scissors to cut a sprig of just the leaves which were almost glowing with colour and a song came on the radio and I was alone driving home and I turned it up and I knew it was just some pop song from another time but in the car it surrounded me with its murky and big and lonely sound like a club that has shut down for the night and only the bartender is left and I looked it up afterwards it was called Say it Right.

If you happen to like 2006 pop music and you have giant headphones you could listen or just scroll through this visual interlude I made for you:

yours, Jason

Bronze right hand (side A). Greek or Roman. Hellenistic or Imperial Period. | Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Something wild: The artist and author Edward Gorey, in a photograph from the early 1970s, favored a raccoon coat for a time.Credit...Bill Cunningham/The New York Times
Joan Larkin (from A Long Sound, 1986)
Swiss Chard. Can’t remember where I found this.
Attila Manek Budapest, 1987.
Adam Zagajewski Try to Praise the Mutilated World

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