December 2007 Archives

I did an interview/ conversation article with Uta Barth in issue 9 of ANP Quarterly.  These magazines are free and will be available in January.  Check their site for where to find them.  If you cannot locate one, email me in January and I will send you one for shipping cost.

This is the secret-letter hidden in Xiu Xiu Tour Book #4.  The pages in the book are french-folded, the letter is printed on the under-side of one of the pages:

Hi, 

I hope you are doing well.  I have been thinking about what you told me the other day. How you watched the sun go down in the Pacific, and then you watched it rise over the Atlantic the next day when you were on the airplane. Remember when we talked about how your day starts with the separation of the sun and the sea – and my day ends with their unification. The sun is like a ship appearing from nowhere, and then disappearing into nothing – and then after this disappearance, darkness. Isn't it a funny idea that if all the city lights were turned off, we wouldn't reach complete darkness – what would happen is that the sky would light up with thousands of little dots.  I have this idea that we should make stars with flashlights – though, I am not quite sure how yet.  If we were somehow in the sky, we could just hold the flashlights and then people would think they were stars – and so it'd be like we were holding stars in our hands.  But I'm not sure how we'd get up there in the first place. I'll think about it – if you have any ideas let me know.

As Always,

David

This is a view through a window on the second story of a small house in a small village in the French Alps. The room, converted into a painter's studio, had onced stored hay. In the floor are holes that connect to the room below where the cows had once been (it now stores a black motorbike). Outside it is raining, and the view is of a garden. Some of the trees are pear and apple. On the outside of the house there is a wooden door with a small piece of paper taped next to it. Written in handwriting are four names. One of them was John Berger.  (He wasn't home, but is wife invited us in and made us coffee.)

And a lilac picked by Mary:

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On August 28, 2006 I hugged the whale-tail on the Palos Verdes Peninsula good-bye.  The whail-tail, a relic from the old Marineland site (closed down in 1986), was razed in the process of developing the land for something stupid and unnecessary (like a golf course or a hotel).  We returned on another day to visit the site of the murder.  Farewell whail-tail.  We miss you!

http://caff-flick.com/media/caff-flick-podcastV.mp3

Made for the Caff-Flick Records (UK) website.