There’s more to say if you can spit it out…
April 15, 2005 at 10:19 pm | In yulelogStories | 2 CommentsTwo reasons I’m simply not writing a whole lot here is first, the surfeit of busy-ness that binds hands, feet, and eyes to needy matters with no immediately visible outcomes, and the other is that my tool (an iBook which has had more than its fair share of maladjustments) is letting me down to the point of being utterly unreliable. The battery is shot and the machine runs only when plugged in, while the display, which I’ve tried to have repaired, is now prone to going black (sort of like my mind) in the middle of sentences, be they surfed upon or typed by me. If it’s not going black at inappropriate moments, it flickers madly, setting off a chain-reaction of visual disturbances in my bondaged eyes. Like this:
(That’s Cy Twombly…)
Or maybe this:
(That’s Wols…)
…Ideally, one would try to get from the above to something more like this, below:
(This is Nancy Spero…)
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