Transient Particle

Particle Room - 9/2010

2010-09-04T00:12:00.000-07:00

There are some things being made.

Strong and Silent

2010-03-29T16:46:00.000-07:00

by Danielle

strong and silent. is a type.
the ability to be quiet, or patient, a virtue.
proud girl.
writing a draft. to whom, she could send anything.

a woman walks to the site where her relatives were burned.
she has never met them nor did she know of their existence before today.
but, looking over the edge, imagining them falling. naked. helpless.
she loses them. for the first time.

i have told this story?
about the train tracks.
the end of the line. the summertime.
how all of the flowers covered everything.
and. it was beautiful again?

that evening, i called my mother
and i told her i loved her. unabashedly.

we pray for things when we need them. we are good at forgetting.

Remember this day, in which you came out of Egypt,
out of the house of bondage,
for by strength the hand of the Lord brought you out from this place (Exodus 13:3)

i was your exodus.

the body reproduces its cells every seven years.
tattoos are permanent because the ink gets locked in lymphatic vessels
underneath the dermis.

"Jana Danae" by Matt

by Skot

Who owns a sunset?

"Jude" by Scott

"Shadows" by Jeff

"Joe's Diner" by Fox

by Rose

What is the path of the soul as it attaches to the body?

I recognize faces of those I know in those I have never before seen.

Our roles are determined to a great extent by the shape of our bones.

Material determines importance, as does evidence of time.

His path was built around her, and then she was removed.

What is the resolution of memory?

There is much dirt between us.

Ornate Parisian Dish

2010-03-22T08:20:00.000-07:00

"Ornate Parisian Dish" by Scott

I sat at the end of the table closest to the bottom step where my father's cat sat lurching, heaving, struggling to clear his stomach of some wretched undigested mass. He usually uses a spatula to scrape it from the top of the dark blue carpet after it comes up. This story makes her pregnant belly ache because she laughs so hard.

Three years ago in the hospital delivery room I reached under the plastic and grabbed a sterile bowl for her in case she needed it. It is normally used to hold the placenta afterward. The nurse was irritated.

I got up from the table and grabbed a glass bowl that held only a remote control, and I placed the bowl on the carpet in front of him. We had brought it from Paris. There were several small pieces of meat alongside two long green stalks, all covered with a shiny brown sauce.

Delicious.

Some mothers eat the placenta after birth. My mother washed the dish. It was her birthday.

by Ryan

"Bubble Bonanza" by Jeff

"Hang Pendant" by Fox

by Biz

Brooks brothers casual wear,
Late-night stand-up golf-video-games.
Fair skin, fair hair, straight, conditioned.
“I learned to play tonight.”
Smiles, wrinkles, electricity.
They leave the bar together, sober enough, and very alive.
“They are so many things at once”;
noticed in awe.

by Mary

Cody in real life

by Anal

by Leaf

Spitting Stardust

2010-03-15T09:59:00.000-07:00

Adrift by Bret

Adrift, gone to sea, we are far on the brink of the horizon. Spitting stardust on a bed of orange undulating wildly, heaving and spraying purple foam off of the bow. I am creasing the blanket of your body, an ocean wet and deep, dark and dangerous. Life and death wrestling for a breath of air. Adrift

my bestest plan by David

http://www.vimeo.com/10169079

carts in the wash by Fox

Out on a trike ride this morning I saw a shopping cart in the wash uncovered by the receding waters after the last rains. I thought it looked interesting. A little further on I saw a second cart in the wash. As I pedaled away I thought, "If I see a third one, I should take pictures." Two minutes later, a third one appeared. And up near the far end of the loop I've been riding, there was a fourth, although that one had been there for a while. So I shot them all, and here they are. Some sort of statement about the works of man and the power of nature.

Grassy Field by Gina

Patriotic Shadow by Scott

Funeral procession for fallen kid drove by our corner. Driving now.

July by danielle

i think you are in paris and in love. i think this is wonderful. time passes in the most incredible way. sometimes it is so slow and then suddenly we are light years away, not necessarily in time but in our hearts. when it does pass, memory changes. i don't want to give up my memories. i want to have all of them like precious purses full of light and color and tiny wonderful things.

Wild Memory

2010-03-08T08:18:00.000-08:00

Five letters, five lovers, one heart. By Danielle

I put on your tobacco flower and all of a sudden there's a big man in my room - he's sitting on my wrist.

You were a heavy time, a night without luggage. An afternoon in Istanbul.
You were a trainride and a sidewalk. A trip around the world.

You were the foreshadowing of all the immortal lovers. The heavy and bright secret of my next, my former life. (17).

I wish I could paint a picture
of this frozen river
where I stand
between you and me.

In my heart, which is my light.

by Gina

Canine olympiads fill the street, down on the 2nd floor of their building- they can see the sidewalk from the mirrored corridor. I stood there for a time, and I never understood why. The wall by the window had two panels going horizontal. three panels vertically. i think i wrote to you about this already, last Christmas.

by Anal

By Rose

By Mary

by Roksana

Antarctica is waiting in the other room,

Unpacking its ice worlds,

Ghost ships,

Delicate formations.

I turn

To look for the other shoe.

I fiddle with the locks.

Ice cracks along the wall

As flocks of wild things

Make their wild cries

Spreading their wild wings over the snow

I ask another question.

In turn

The southern summer

Sets

Its clocks.

"Hearth Attack" by David

"Fishing Egret" by Fox

".The Rose of Transience." by Skot

by Scott

Cell Division

2010-03-01T08:32:00.000-08:00

".. .cell division." by Skot

"Light Spectacle" by Leaf

"In my research I captured this animal" by David

by Scott

Tripping on trophies makes laughter. Forgotten.

Paper template coats the floor like a stain. Removed.

"Cafecitocuajimoloyas" by Susy

by Anal

"There Is a Natural Balance" by Mary

"Below the Flush" by Fox

"Bodisatva" via Bret

On the surface of the wave, fold the skin of the earth with your magic fingers and bounce the light of galaxies off of the raging oceans. Extinguish the fires that rage in the heart of me and draw me to the indigo cool in the eyes of you, my goddess.

"I Feel You" by Rose

Polarized

2010-02-22T08:41:00.000-08:00

"Electric Heater, Kabul" by Lars

"Neon Trace" by Fox

"Barely Manly" by Rose

by Bret

Captured in a box, a firefly in a jar, an image of you so long forgotten, again I feel you next to me, running through the house like a tornado

BOXES by Danielle

"Take a deep look at why you are avoiding" by Leaf

by Cat

by Matt

by Anal

"Homescreen" by David

"The Undertaker" by Roksana

I bury another day.
A proper funeral
With as much flourish
As I can spare
On questions that remain
Unasked
Accomplishments
Unfilled
Identities
Unvalidated.
The minuscule remains
Fit for a coffin of a child.
How dull.
I create but eulogies.
Cemeteries blossoming with my success.

"Pattern and Sky" by Scott

Not My Queen

2010-02-15T11:51:00.000-08:00

by Scott

"In Alexander's Valley" by Danielle

There will never be anyone more lovely

and despairing

than my child queen.

She. Alchemy

of green and sea and light.

Bathing me

in heavy desert night.

II.

Concentric circles,

In love with rolling and full with longing.

And acting laughing.

Making pictures and making loving.

III.

My axis borrowed through sweat and skin.

Mannequins.

III.

I took the queen, my plaything,

and made a mess of hair

a robot and a friend.

A smaller pigeon, unwed.

And sorry I

prepared to hide

and swept my shadow

and gave my crown.

She walked

and paced and wore me down.

She never turned her head around.

IV.

My girl, a tyrant and a bore,

a rustling famished whore.

IV.

With silver clip she wanders

and smiling, falls.

And meets me in concrete.

And is young. And is old.

Sometimes center still.

But not my queen.

by Anal

by Roksana

I am pale

My wrists are weak

And my heart is full of water

Chambers full of stalactites

Yellow pools of sulfur

In half light

In no light

An exhibition of

underwater nudes

and snow women

is packing up.

"Porcelain Projection" by Steven

"Snow Mammals" by Matt

"Peddling the Coast" by Leaf

by Fox

Recently machined pulley and sheave for a kinetic sculpture.

"Envalpo" by Biz

by Jeff

I took the bridge there, but there is where I really didn't want to go.

by Rose

Time realized,

collapsing and vibrating

absent the presence

of authenticity.

Damp folds hold words,

wetness gently reserved

for approaching moments of

anguish and joy.

Sensation of skin

softly moves into

familiar space, soul

unavailable to fear.

MAGNEWLIA (old places new faces... but rather hazy)" by David

In Their Time

2010-02-08T08:25:00.000-08:00

by Rose

In their time they ruled the world.

Invisible to the cars and birds,

Sleeping hands did not disturb the tractors

Laying at their feet.

"Waking upon Walking" by Roksana

"Gap in the Rock, Big Sur, Pfeiffer Beach" by Fox

by Bret

Faces stoned weeping for worship our foolish destructive creator conquered by mist, blood, tears and hot breath of man.

by Anal

"Presented as Authentic" by Scott

"Sweet Tea Party" by David

Only Dust

2010-02-01T11:44:00.000-08:00

"Transmissive Blue Red Partial" by Fox

"Yin Yang" by Alexis

"Cacti City / Ciudad de Nopalitos" by Susy

"Please give me 5 more minutes to dream..." by Leaf

". l a n t e r n s . ." by Skot

These songs are like incandescent cairns

Upon a fleeting path

Little points of light hung in an electron sky

Brighter and brighter

At each junction

Illuminating the way back to Zero

Crumbs of bread scattered at rhythmic intervals

On a forest floor

Left only for those seeing

With certain eyes

Rumors of success that linger

So that the listening

Might follow in your footsteps

And those

Who are not ready

To be devoured

Might find their way back

Once again

In their own time

"Purple Noise" by Rose

"There is no taste of sweat, only dust" by Danielle

i was six and there were giant sunflowers in the courtyard. it was a victorian house, rose colored.

i was thirteen, i laid on a concrete bench in the sun.

i was twenty-two and swam in the ocean, we peed on each other.

i was seventeen, in my grandfather's old bedroom, the sunroom with glass slatted walls.

i was twenty four maybe twenty five, in the courtyard, the concrete courtyard. the three of us.

i was seven, in the backyard, in from the treehouse, in from the porch.

i was twenty-six and you came home.

i was twenty, eating redfish on 14th st and seventh avenue in the cold.

i was in the park, in the rain, in a green and white dress.

i was singing. i was in germany, an echoing room. i have a tape. i was eighteen.

"UN-emotionally Paralyzed" by David

By Roksana

I will carve a space

In the heavy mud

And I will lay me down to grow

Among the weeds.

Rain water shall be

More than plenty

And there will be no sound

But green.

My slow, slow work of growing

Shall bring me

Deepest

Satisfaction.

"Light Bent on their Houses" by Scott

"Mushing Together the Years" by Gina

"Streaming Lines" by Adam

Brightly wound sky slit golden red by sunrise

Trust is something that wouldn’t reside outside

It dwells in tells of time tied between

Dying when lines fry dry inside

When lies line straight with the truth

Trust no longer remains in bloom

Line after line strung along our divide

Each word separates us along the stranded sky

Oh drunken street my feet sway with unease

Running between the scars of my truth

And my scarlet told lie

Was this suppose to be easy?

All things given up so easy?

Truly nothing with meaning is easy

As the slight moon rises

My head low under the weight

Of my unfavorable words

That caused such great relief

When none was needed

Was this suppose to be easy?

All things given up so easy?

I want things to be real, not far

In front, where my eyes can meet

Teeth grilled to be bared

And victory brought by my uneasy love

"Without Time" by Cat

Time calls

insistent

anxious

and full of demand

It will not be stifled

And when ignored

Only grows louder

Yet it is only

A measure

Of the circular

Made linear

A reference

In paradox

Time calls

and men and women

feel important

and justified

answering

Minutes tick their last

and people scramble

to order

things no longer important

in the end

Yet it is only

a construct

that organizes

the hour

the day

the year

in observance

A reference

point

to a memory

that will never

exist in matter

again

I sit asking

to be called

by one

other than time

By the syncopated

dance of a river

frolicking in the

confines of earth

yet still

molding and changing

By the joy

of a infant

looking with eyes

that are seeing

with no knowledge

of time

By the sheer awe

of the stars

in the sky

that only shine

more beautifully

because of the vast emptiness

that cradles them

By the outline

around the trees

the negative space

roots sprout

and grow into

making the most

beautiful

symmetry

of matter and space

Only humans

depend so heavily

So insanely

on time

And miss the beauty

of the unclassified

the unmarked

the unreferenced

Please just let me

Be without time

By Anal

"In My Tower" by Biz

Hold to Light

2010-01-25T10:36:00.000-08:00

". h o l d t o l i g h t . ." by Skot

by Danielle

This morning, I saw the shadows of branches and thought of us. In dark stripes on cut grass, I thought I could touch them but I kept walking, knowing it would spoil the effect.

"Passive Aggressive" by David

by Biz

"Friday Morning Bliss" by Matt

"Concrete Tributary" by Fox

by Anal

St. John's Cathedral by Marcel Breur

"Un Sandpiper" by Jeff

"SAVITUR" by Leaf

by Alexis

w a k i n g.

feathered down silhouettes her .

inhaling. cotton fighting nostrils, creeping in.

sweet.musky.stale.

sleep is left of him.

s t r e t c h i n g

s l o w l y .

audibly exhaling

body against the cool, crisp sheets.

fingertips.toes. curl i n g the edge of the mattress.

searching,digging.

E y e lids pushed closed. she inhales him.

opening her eyes.

she is alone.

"L.A. Comes Alive" by Jaguar

"I want to live in a world where the words male and female are flexible and subjective, even redundant..." - Unknown

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. " - Ralph Waldo Emerson

by Gina

"Ice and Blood" by Scott

by Rose

Dear Heart

2010-01-18T10:59:00.001-08:00

by Alexis

"The voice of the sea is seductive, never-ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in an abyss of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul, the touch of the sensuous sea is enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace." -Kate Chopin

By Josh

when the curtains are sheer between the verses

i find myself content. reminded that there

is here. then now.

reassuring how strong the bonds of where are.

here i am and then too.

there you are

and here.

"Bumps" by Scott

Small orange bumps cover the brand new basketball. Water falls and leaves bumps on her shiny hood as the engine pings and cools. The single tiny drops move slowly until they touch together, joining, then accelerate toward the ground. Ice can break the largest piece of granite in two if the water finds a crack. Broken glass pops and sizzles as the cracked plate sits on cold concrete. Some remains in the lawn. Nobody will rake it out because there are no more leaves to fall. Tonight the water comes. One leaf does nothing on its own but too many can block the drain and cause a flood. Bumps appear under the beard on his face, and on top his vibrating skin. Her bump will turn into weight and love.

"Baby Body and Water" by Melony

Obscure lips to press against yours

Blurred torso to hold onto

Hand to remember the day we met

"Deer" by Danielle

He has thick black hair, many hairs. When we shave his head he looks like a small boy or a football player. He squats low on pieces of newspaper laid out in front of the sink. The bathroom is big and unfinished, it has two windows and four doors. The floors are wooden. He doesn't wear any clothes. He is beautiful.

He begins alone, shaving sections of his big round head. He runs his hand over and over to feel if they are smooth and even. I like to watch him do this, watch the chunks of hair fall to the floor. I watch him go over and over again, the bright hum of the razor, the water in the sink, long bent legs, long feet on the newspaper. Him, just off the floor. His hands.

I help him when he's almost done. I find the spots he missed. I push hard to get through the thickness. I trim around his ears, which makes him nervous. He closes his eyes and holds his breath. I never cut him. He goes over everything again just to be sure.

He sweeps the hairs into the white plaster container and I turn on the shower. He gets in with me. All of his little hairs go down the drain. The water's warm and the shower curtain is cloudy and he holds me close to him. He dries me off at the end, one leg and arm at a time.

"At Play" by Jeff

".anywhere I lay my head.." by Skot

by Biz

"I travel.

En route to a higher point

where I am."

"Dear Heart" by Leaf

By Roksana

When this temple is no longer ours

And has become a roaming ruin

Standing,

White-washed,

Away among the cypresses

Will any stranger know

How to tell my forehead from a plate

Or see that it is your bust

That still remains there in the corner?

Who will know the window from the door?

The bricks that we assembled one by one,

Shall they always remind the world of us?

Of you and I, who now know

Of no other words but “you and I”

And build and furnish

Without end.

Without beginning.

How much of this eternity

Shall remain?

By Bret

"These buildings and atmospheres are bleeding into each-other"

"United in Darkness" by Matt

By David

"inside the box is a mirror trick for the right wing american"

by Anal

"H Fella" by Rose

A New Sky

2010-01-11T00:00:00.000-08:00

This work is of us, fresh without direction and yet here together.

by Anal

"Don't Mistake My Kindness For Weakness" by David

"The Universe" by Rose

"You Are Beautiful, Can't Top This" by Lars

"A New Sky" by Scott

"Fire Tree" by Skot

"Light to Bones" by Leaf

by Danielle

Resolutions 2010:

Floss more

Go to sleep earlier

Practice the Piano

Explode

"If a Park Bench Took a Bubble Bath" by Esther

"Recuerdos" by Susy

"Weather On" by Jeff

by Alexis

"This is true knowledge, to seek the self as the true end of wisdom always. To seek anthing else is ignorance."

-Sri krishina

We will reform as the sky moves, new again soon. Each Monday at noon.

January 4th, 2010

2010-01-04T12:00:00.000-08:00

The work below comes from our collective of artists known as Transient Particle, and this post represents the inaugural publication of our efforts. We will continue to send work each week and enjoy the result of this unseen collaboration.

"Cages" by Susy

"Folsom, CA" by Roksana

"Emerging" by Biz

"Tree" by Mary

The beginning, I thank you

I appreciate you

and hope you feel me when I walk beneath you

"Faces" by Jeff

"Three" by Danielle

Alone is washing

my face. Driving the highway,

Screaming the jukebox.

With my lover,

Caught in the lightening storm.

Riding bicycles.

You and god, quiet.

The stratosphere. I am the

Sphinx, lay at your feet.

"Eden Is" by Matt

"Meditation" by Leaf

"Sweet Breath" by Scott

"Little Blue" by David

"Drive-By Shooting Series" by Anal

And so it has begun. The next deadline for submission is next Sunday night/Monday morning at 3am. We will react and continue, and also grow from these seeds.

343

2009-12-22T16:57:00.000-08:00

Led by craving, men run this way and that like an ensnared hate. Therefore let the Bhikkikkhu, who wishes his detachment, discard craving.