February 2010
1 post
Architeuthis:
What is wanted and needed of you right now is that you get up off...
– Daniel Maté
January 2010
1 post
December 2009
2 posts
Squid out of Water
I miss my eight arms. I miss my tentacles. I miss my sub-spherical suction cups. I miss my chromatophores. I want to be as large as a freighter, as large as an island. I want to engulf and sink any ship that comes my way, not lie stranded on the shore.
Babies
Everyone is having babies. Everyone. Or kittens, which seems to be the young NY artsy set’s version of having babies. I am having coffee.
October 2009
6 posts
Poppy by Derrick Greaves →
Not necessarily in this order
1. Write a song for Andy Warhol.
2. Finish the damn libretto
3. Drink an obscene amount of coffee.
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There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be...
– Louis L’Amour
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September 2009
1 post
Tuesday: in which Architeuthis has a late-night...
Tuesday is the day between Monday and Wednesday. The second day of the week, named after some long-forgotten Norse god of war. Maybe this should inspire me to attain a certain level of fierceness or aggression or drive of some sort when advancing toward to the list of things-that-must-be-accomplished. Tuesday’s child is full of grace. So is Mary, Mother of God, according to the best of...