August 2026

august 1, stained glass

Why is the ground not all littered with impact from lightning? Maybe it is and I just don't notice.

CUTAWAY

Oh, I have a lot to BLOG ABOUT

Pinned to the border – Yellow flowers, yellow eyes

Windward, orographic lift

The children hid in the granary

I stood off to the side, thumbing the sticker off an apple // We opened a beer later and talked about it

Imagining all the little creatures sidling by, peeping out their stars

I have a couple practices, but mainly I'm just trying to get some laughs while I'm here

Interested in direct transmission // I won't settle for any less

I dread all the dreary days // And my ex's eyebrow piercing

august 2, offering to the roof august 2, j & m rooting around

august 3, all appear afresh again august 3, wheel of fortune august 3, bridge

august 4, beam troubles august 4, first time i looked up

Listening to Geidi Primes while it's about to start raining and now it is
august 5, my toils, my spoils august 5, M and M and M

The clock is accurate //
Slip between states of writing //
This all over feeling //
My stained glass practice sheet

I DREAMED: My friend adopted a stray dog, showed me this time lapse footage of it getting bigger, very jagged and sporadic, it's legs lengthening and shortening, body bulging in and out. I realize the animal is a hippo, not a dog.

august 6, chair burning on F's last night august 6, aftermath, before i peed

It just turned midnight, I've been in bed since 9:30pm watching Mad Men and being on my phone. Finally today so exhausted and sort of sad, but happy to run errands w/ M, the laundromat, bike shop, grocery store, to eat a hotdog, write a poem. But underneath is the anxiety that undergirds my whole life; I'm afraid of endings, of what flees. And this responsive desire of mine
TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF SOMETHING.
But it's mostly selfish, it's reactive, it's a projection, I have a hard time taking things at face-value, as they are. I'm desperate to know what could.
I think a lot of us probably feel this way, and part of me wonders if it's why I'm addicted to my phone, this shiny possibility, tho I know its coulds are all empty.
Meanwhile, there's a cricket in my room. The plastic band on my casio broke, and I "repaired" it with a keychain clip earlier this week, but it fell off my wrist somewhere amidst my errands today.
My computer is about to die. I'm in bed and both of my outlets are in use -- one for my lamp and one for my fan. I'm going to try and sleep,, More soon,, xoxo Cy

august 8, me in a mask they made august 8, piously prayers persist past patiently august 8, frogs on fb, relatable

august 9, doodles

abcdefghijjklmnopqrstuuvvvwwwxxxxxyyzzzzzzzz // special future traveler // already all // lazy summer air // sunny + warm lazy air // yellow metal dad fell // diligently

august 10, collect dirty fields

If I have cigarettes I will smoke them, but at least I found my watch. I'm washed up on the side of the road; there's a banana peel in front of me. Thoughts are simple lately -- it's all about my BLOCKS.

 august 10, sunset on roof w j and m and a billion dragonflies

august 11, stained glass2 august 11, jays scribble ly j august 11, big cricket keeping me company in my room

august 12, e and the trench digger, or something august 12, this is what modern means to me august 12, internet lounge
august 12, to the roof august 12, max making a poem w my blocks august 12, on the roof

When you make the decision to Toil In Obscurity, you have to stand beside it

august 13, block presentation august 13, J's tests

august 14, beginning of drive, marquette, ne august 14, end of drive, madison, wi
august 14, eating dinner (canned lentils & canned tomatoes) august 14, going to bed

"Everything is possible, but I put no trust in the idle moments when I imagine happiness for myself, combined with splendor. I have none of the virtues of an upstart. I'm cheeky sometimes, but only as a passing mood. The upstart's cheekiness is a permanent shamming of modesty, or his gesture is that of cheeky, permanently cheeky insignificance. And there are many upstarts, and stupidly they cling to what they have attained, and that is excellent. They may also be nervous, indignant, peevish, and fed up with "all those things," but the fed-upness of the genuine upstart is nothing deep." - Robert Walser's "Jakob von Gunten" Since reading this and arriving in Madison, I've been calling myself a

Plucky Young Upstart


August 16th is Wiped from the Books

august 17, uhaul delivery

what more could i show u, the theme of this month, to record, falls apart when life starts up again outside of marquette, ne

August 20th, approximately 7:15am -- The order of everything. The odor. Ardor. Armor. Armoire.

august 21, sky above lake mendota

looks like god

august 22, part of a panorama, our legs and bikes

We biked & later I cut A's hair in the kitchen.
How silly is it to insist on one's own rules once your past the point of wanting to follow them?
Do you follow me?
Just curious who I'm doing this for when I'm sick of the exercise.
Remember? I decided years ago it was a good thing to forget.


tarot w maya, what did we decide, o, to share my vision of the future w the ones i love sad sam auguste swam a little but i didnt
w the coyote at the lake dumbo collage for eve father & son monkey, rainy day at the zoo

does this

near the end of August, I wrote in my Journal: "Some things I'd like to talk about on my blog --->
- BLOCKS (check out Barbara Guest book)
- Dolly's "Letter Home"
- excerpts from Jakob van Gunten
A checked out a book by this Russian film theorist [looking around as I'm transcribing this, I can't find it rn], and I read a page that said a shot has to be a complete sign, like a letter of the alphabet, whole and unto itself [I added that little flair]. On what level is that true w/ poetry? [Is a letter of the alphabet a sign on its own? And have I accrued any further parking tickets?]
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What am I supposed to tell the loyal people, oh, you're so loyal? Get over it.
What work's worth doing? Especially when I'm REPEATING MYSELF.



"This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville:
June 2, 1964 Nashville, Tennessee
Dear Momma and Daddy,
I hope this letter finds everybody well and happy. As for me, I'm fine I guess. I'm just a little lonesome and a whole lot homesick. I got to Nashville okay and I thought I'd better write and let you know cause I knew you'd be worried about me and I don't want you to be worried about me cause I'm gonna be alright once I get settled and used to being away from home. I didn't realize how much I loved you and all them noisy kids until I left and I didn't realize how hard it was to leave home either til I started to leave and everybody started crying, including me. I cried almost all the way to Nashville and I wanted to turn around a few times and come back but you know how bad I've always wanted to go to Nashville and be a singer and songwriter and I believe that if I try long enough and hard enough that someday I'll make it. Don't worry about trying to sending me any money or anything cause I've got a job singing on the early morning television show here called the Eddie Hill Show. A couple of folks already told me that they might record a couple of my songs so I'll be making enough money to get by and I don't want you worrying about me being hungry or anything. Nashville is not exactly what I thought it was gonna be, but I believe I'm gonna like it here once I get used to it. And I don't want you worrying about me getting in trouble either cause I'll be good just like I promised you I would when I left. Well, can't think of anything else to say. I guess I'd better close for now. You write me real soon. Tell everybody I said hello and I'm gonna be real anxious to hear from you cause I sure miss you and I love you an awful lot.
With love as always, Dolly"



"A single image is not splendor" -- who said that? Who could comb through the great bowels of the written word to find that. It's Gertrude Stein.
"Does this" -- when I decide to be a little weird. When I decide to be moved by images. Went on a long bike ride around Lake Monona yesterday. We watched Superbad.
CUTAWAY -=[[;=-==--`1-20;/'--w I dreamed moved by tubes =-'/;.,.[-0876-;./' You dream you're covered in oil

Ok August ended two weeks ago. I got a couple jobs. I'm catching up. I caught up. Bye!!!