Thursday, June 25, 2009
last week for the ongoing wreck this journal project
i numbered the pages by hand.
the numbers were unsatisfying
so i covered them with one inch adhesive circles
and rubber stamped new numbers.
this gives the lower right corner of the book
a satisfying plumpness.
on sunday i set out
for the highline
to take the book for a walk
beginning at the
there's something about that phrase -
the gansevoort stair -
that really appeals to me
At first the dragging
felt silly and self-concious.
i was a contortionist:
dragging the book, walking backwards and
shooting the video
after shooting, though
pulling the book along without glancing back,
i felt like a kid with a pull toy.
i don't remember every having a pull toy.
i felt as though i was furthering
the cause of something
i could not name.
there were few people
and if they reacted,
or even noticed
my subversive act
it was out of sight and
out of earshot.
at the 'amphitheater' at seventeenth street
i tried my first toss
and watched traffic for a bit
overlooking tenth avenue at seventeenth street
at the sixteenth street exit
i was ready for a more ambitious toss...
and a dash down the stairs lest the wreck be hijacked.
this blue was irresistible
after that i adjourned to starbucks
where i examined the damage/progress
and interleaved the wet pages with napkins.
later in the week i had my way
with the office supply pages
thursday morning i returned
to the sixteenth street stair.
and tossed again.
Lots of morning noise and that beeping
is a truck backing up.