The Visible Woman Typing

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 30, 2004 —
Our possessions support us.
Enhance what we do.
Until we measure and weigh them.
And find them oversized and overweight baggage.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 29, 2004 —
The juice is obvious.
Overhead lines.
Outlets, switches.
We just expect it to deliver.
Ninety-nine point many nines.
Of the time.
We need it and every bit of life is infected.
Electricity.
Essential.
Hard to imagine.
There are parts of the world cut off now.
Cut off always.
We cannot do without.
Until it fizzles.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 28, 2004 —
I have nothing to say.
No morals or themes.
Metaphors or dreams.
I really have nothing to say.
No grand conclusions.
No mystical illusions.
No new ways to pray.
No, no, I really have nothing to say.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 27, 2004 —
I love to be with people, the social thing.
Only when I do it makes me tired.
It seems harder than being alone.
Facing my own demons.
So I'm torn.
Alone. Or not.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 26, 2004 —
Once I had a tiny apartment.
Cheap furniture mostly castoffs.
Dreamed of owning.
A new car.
A home.
Taking luxury trips.
Dreamed mostly of not worrying.
About money.
About being able to give some away.
You look up one day.
And you have things you never really believed in.
But the secret?
Knowing that you don't have to get a Mercedes, a bigger house or ride on the Queen Mary II to be happy.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 25, 2004 —
In the news, what is up?
Twinkies bankrupt!
In the news, what's that?
Terror in the form of former Cat?
In the news, people die.
The death count goes high.
From wind and rain.
From terror insane.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 24, 2004 —
Hold an object in your hand.
Imagine using it, wanting it, needing it.
We are supported by
Surrounded by
Engulfed with
Objects.
We have lost control over.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 23, 2004 —
This thing I need cannot be found.
I look high and low.
Then just when I've been all around.
And settled on something so-so.
The world spews out without bound.
Perfect things you know.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 22, 2004 —
You dreamed it.
You live it.
You just don't want to accept it.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 21, 2004 —
To accomplish.
A goal is necessary.
A goal implies focus.
Which is just what I lack.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 20, 2004 —
Progress.
Hard to accomplish.
Hard to access.
Especially if you don't remember.
Where you were.
Before you got here.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 19, 2004 —
Just go somewhere.
Disappear across the map.
Better to see, if you care.
What's at home mayhap.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 6, 2004 —
Ready to go.
You can carry.
All you need.
That you can't buy.
For a week.
Normally.
Your baggage.
Is much heavier.
That's travel's appeal.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 5, 2004 —
A little burn.
A little cut.
It's your turn.
It isn't much.
Others get.
More to bear.
And yet.
You get your share.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 4, 2004 —
The pleasure of doing nothing.
The pressure of doing nothing.
Goals.
Intrude.
On peace and solitude.
To get pleasure out of nothing.
Just relax.
With your brain and your media.
It isn't really nothing.
It's something without guilt.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 3, 2004 —
Pack it up, zip it tight.
Leave for a week or more.
Everything you need all right.
Unless you buy it offshore.
Will you use it?
For emergency's sake.
Was it worth it?
Worth it to take?

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 2, 2004 —
It's just a little saying.
Something momma said?
Never put off 'til tomorrow...while you were delaying.
Something full of dread.
Yet the words ring.
Run on a track in your head.
Perhaps changing.
Where you are led.

AUSTIN, Texas, Sept. 1, 2004 —
Each person has a secret for you.
Useful, if not critical, insight.
Is it worth it?
To dig for this treasure.
With your Time?
Maybe not.
But.
If you are stuck.
With people you'd rather be shut of.
Look for that.
Look for that one little thing.