Jim O’Rourke – and I’m Singing Two days, or what seemed like two days, had passed without the opportunity for food or water. My throat was parched and my stomach was making horrendous growling sounds, giving voice to the hunger pangs and cramping. “Will, I need some food and water… I’m dying down here.” He [...]

Aldo Clementi – …im Himmelreich (1993) The dull light was playing tricks on me. One moment I would catch something out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look: nothing. Will was still balled-up on the floor and had not uttered a word in quite a while. Time seemed to bend [...]

Fennesz, O’Rourke, Rehberg – Fenn O’Berg Theme We dragged the old rowboat out of the alcove and into the shallow water. Will was clearly in a lot of discomfort and it somehow made the shooting pain in my own back feel more at ease. He told me to get in and then he pushed the [...]

Nicolaus Richter de Vroe – Gabbro (Steinstück #1) “Follow me,” croaked the sick man, and we sloshed our way to a large rock formation—large enough to conceal several people—at the edge of the beach. He crouched behind it in a catcher’s position and I did the same. The wind swirled around us, now fully intensified [...]

Atomic/School Days – Andersonville Mr. Levant and Mr. Urus walked shoulder to shoulder on the beach. They walked on the foreshore so their footing could be assured, but they did not consider this action anymore than they considered any of their beachfront actions. They had been walking in this manner for so long that there [...]

Charles Mingus – Solo Dancer I get ready for work: long shower, shave both ways, lotion, junk in hair. It’s unusually dark for the time and the month, but I shrug it off as an anomaly; this city is so marred by uniquely shitty weather that it’s not strange to be confused, on any given [...]

Ellington/Mingus/Roach – Fleurette Africaine I awoke as usual. The sharp, searing pain erasing what, if any, dreams there may have been. Another unrestful few hours of sleep. I attempt to contort my body into a position that relieves some of the intensity, but to no avail. I get up. The early morning light, like the [...]

…your acceptance of and for being clever in your own social relevance: It’s a strange feeling to want to be yourself, as you currently are—at Bette’s, Thursday, awared; one bedroom, North-side apartment, autumn evening, cogent; low-lit, orange, low-color, leaves moving, quiet—but know, that the pre-promise feelings of thumb-down decision making, dealing retro-active negatives, and underselling [...]

Any matter that could be considered, should be in re: the city’s who and where and why. If a week goes by and the first piece that should have been sent to the dump becomes another trolling mass on the Mag Mile, it seems that even without the appropriate attention paid to afternoon clothing (regardless [...]

Spring stumbles loudly in; thunderous clamor; water washes Winter down overcommitted drains. I am not a nature writer. I adore a smooth slab of concrete; plain and well-intentioned, the steady hand—holding and moving the pointing trowel in definite, assured strokes. I adore a swift ride on a racing bicycle; tires as bald as their fresh [...]