1.28.2008
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1.12.2008
"Flyposting is the act of placing advertising posters or flyers in illegal places. In the U.S., these posters are known as bandit signs, snipe signs, or street spam. In most areas, it is illegal to place such posters on private property without the consent of the property owner or on public property without a sign permit from the local government. In contrast, some areas have public bulletin boards where notices may be posted." (wikipedia)
1.11.2008
1.09.2008
"You take a number of small steps which you believe are right, thinking maybe tomorrow somebody will treat this as a dangerous provocation. And then you wait. If there is no reaction, you take another step: courage is only an accumulation of small steps."
[George Konrád (b. 1933), Hungarian writer, politician. Sunday Correspondent (London, April 1990). On surviving as a writer in Communist Hungary.]
[George Konrád (b. 1933), Hungarian writer, politician. Sunday Correspondent (London, April 1990). On surviving as a writer in Communist Hungary.]
1.08.2008
1.07.2008
"The Subway Platform" - by Laurie Sheck (excerpt)
...
And then the gray concrete of the subway platform,
that shore
stripped of all premise of softness
or repose. I stood there, beneath the city’s
sequential grids
and frameworks, its wrappings and unwrappings
like a robe sewn with birds that flew into seasons of light,
a robe of gold
and then a robe of ash.
All around me were briefcases, cell phones, baseball caps,
folded umbrellas forlorn and still glistening
with rain. Who owned them? Each face possessed a hiddenness.
DO NOT STEP ACROSS THE YELLOW LINE; the Transit Authority
had painted this onto the platform’s edge
beyond which the rails...
...
And then the gray concrete of the subway platform,
that shore
stripped of all premise of softness
or repose. I stood there, beneath the city’s
sequential grids
and frameworks, its wrappings and unwrappings
like a robe sewn with birds that flew into seasons of light,
a robe of gold
and then a robe of ash.
All around me were briefcases, cell phones, baseball caps,
folded umbrellas forlorn and still glistening
with rain. Who owned them? Each face possessed a hiddenness.
DO NOT STEP ACROSS THE YELLOW LINE; the Transit Authority
had painted this onto the platform’s edge
beyond which the rails...
1.06.2008
Flowering a Hexagon - by Paul Moosberg
When flowering a hexagon,
One must remember rules
Note the patterns that come out,
And jot them down as tools
Let side length run on down in pairs
As volume lessens each declares
Then shining new patterns compare
These hexagons and their affairs
Twenty five percent less volume,
For each new one that you draw
Less twenty five percent side length,
For every two that sprawl
Let the side length run on down
Volume lessens in what’s bound
Shining new patterns are found
With hexagons that spin around
1.05.2008
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