Vessel Log: 2009 02 03

: I enrange the days, stare into the wood and want to paint it; the whitened bark of the background and the dark shadows of the foreground. You can sense the silent lack of silence as it pushes against your face. Or… maybe… yeah, maybe.

“What we are setting out to do is to delimit the work of art, so that it appears to have no beginning and no end, so that it overruns the boundaries of the poem on the page.” Barbara Guest, Forces of Imagination, “Wounded Joy”.

The return of Jayne Anne Phillips. Sign the contract for another 12 months of separation and disentanglement.