Down the stairs, the smell in nose: ammonia, in the 14th street subway station a figure a form a sweatshirt with no head. People walking around, tripping over. The head in the chest. The dark and filthy hands collapsed on the step, where the dummy is propped, is not falling over, is temporarily ignorable in the rush. A puddle is spreading, urine, the urea is biting is noticed is demanding attention, is expanding to a certain predetermined limit. The people hold their breath. Hems brush the floor. A gale wind whips the crowd, it shivers, it turns its back yet someone notices the empty pile of clothes abandoned there.

steve puts picture up

st. martinville porch once upon a time

Spaces of Play

Spaces of Play

The practice of play is an exploration into physical, mental, and spiritual engagement with space. The space of play will become much more than setting a setting for this engagement to occur. The place of play should become a character itself. This space, friend or foe, once personified should evoke questions, present problems, and invite conversation. Though no ordinary conversation will occur. The conversation of play will be one of energy and dreams.

Play has an interesting language of verbs and adjectives. Words, such as run, jump, climb, deep, dark, and enclosed are a few, each igniting a sense of experience. This language drives the program within any space where one can be left to make choices and envision possibilities. Yet by simplifying the design of a space to a plan of archetypal forms[1] with considered elements of engagement, the user will become responsible for engaging with the place. This responsibility should not be seen as a burden or set back but as an opportunity. Engaging with aspects of a space is the beginning of building a foundation for one to enter into the conversation with a place. This response to the space encourages one to physically move through, challenges one to mentally solve how, and invites one to subtly imagine and see with their soul. The simplicity of archetypal spaces hosts endless scenarios for a variety of individual responses to each space. Each typology, whether it is the grove, the spring, the path, the cave, or the mountain presents unique spatial qualities.

Though, the core of this concept is ultimately a person in a space. This user must willingly enter into the conversation and open them to experience. Why should one be pushed to react and engage with a place, to imagine? What is the benefit of doing so? In a culture that is hyper stimulated, people have little or no connection to the substance that surround most everyday lives. Imaginative engagement and reactive play will be the seeds for growth within the individual. A space of play should stimulate exploration into physical, mental, and spiritual space engagement while nurturing the growth of the users character.

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[1] Archetypal spatial forms and how people engage with them has been the focus of my curiosity for a few years now. I understand the existence of a poetic relationship with space and the participant. I intend to further this understanding trough my studies and practices.

Here IT Is.

Wolf Meat Funk (Jus Kinda Hummin')

Wolf Meat Funk (Jus Kinda Hummin') by IAmBells

Doll

Blog Picture

I would like to start a picture submission for the blog title picture. Then we will vote. I might be able to find a vote counter. There are not too many people here yet; we will do it again. You have 1 week. Friday 18th we vote. Submit your images in the Blog Picture Box Page off the pages tab to the right. Here's another library poem:

color is green
increased yeast infections
will help
the most motivated
wind--water
ripple marks
fetal heart
sands
non-reactive
alone in his mother
tested bacteria
detectable
the greatest
concentrations
what are the agents of metamorphism?
the department of education
formulation of which
minerals melt
teachers
are empty vessels
with taking
themselves
into house arrest
to "screw" or "fuck"

For Example

make sure plain
nursing of others
physical recording
data collection
the bluntsmoking
feather
lessened a whole lotta
sandwich bags
mad substance
shiny black shoes
stretched to
the uptown
hold
matrix
operation
coke to crack
no shit
U.S. citizen
it is not my fault!
operation crack up
whole body goes
in a trash bag
excitedly
I can be
a mess
we nick-named you
the dark no more
30 minute bursts
the cardinals
Irish mob
four lines
sunny
your black suit
Al said
has a sweater
Ben Franklin
met Christine
in a red satin dress
move away towards
sperm

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Each line of this poem was taken from random places I spotted on people's printouts at the Step Lab in the library; I work there now; I am posting from there. Neat.

Hi Jo,

New, safe, unvext, ipecac aswirl

Yen blighter,                 quota error

            He abut guns hut.

Iodid-lined peebeen malady

Zeta; Ayin.

Woe afoot

Yore: mi

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The above poem was written using a word list taken from a game of Scrabble I played against a computer. 

Whatever happened to writing on objects?

Scissors with great poems of blood

            Cut off bits of finger

            Unwanted paper shreds

            Yarn, twine, thread,

            Specks of glue

            Or tape

Maybe even meat: chicken, beef, pork

String poems, rubber band poems, paper clip

Telephone

Trashcan

Computer

Toilet

Bicycle

Poems on washing machines, dryers, all manner of appliances

Blenders, toasters, microwaves

Vegetable poems, poems cut out of bread

I would write a haiku on a car:

            This is not a car;

           This is a lark bone. 

song

shaking the shit outa my head
oh lord
gotta find me something real
cuz i'm
so poor i lie on the ground

gotta shake that shit
right out my head
and find me something real

Spellcheck Song: "Pinball Wizard" By The Who

Should have sang this at the superbowl:

Verb sync I was a yang boo
I've plied the slur bell
From Show dawn to Bruhn
I most hive plied tam lull
But I nut snow noting like ohm
In any smut hell
That deft, dabbed and band ked
Sir plus a man null

He studs like a sot
Bums part of the chin
Flog all the bumps
Always piling clan
He ploys by nutty
The digit canters flu
That daft, dob and bland ked
So ploys a men null

He's a null word
There's got to be a twat
A null word
He's got such a spall worst