Tuesday, April 03, 2007


caught fire white fire

from the diary of pembroke:

...leads, in its execution, to an excess of self-reflection. the seeds of my madness are in fact contained in what i can finally describe, at this late date, as the parameters, the x and y axes, if i will, of said "it": the heterocletian phylogeny of ex versus for example why, the infinitely split horticulturalist of the mind for example, the house of wax for example or for example the ecumen of the encepalopath.
i continue to think i shall die, because i have been made according to the parameters of meat. however it is possibly a vain comprehension of said existence to insist upon its period. instead it may spiral ever-inward like a pinwheel, gaining on itself.
i am rotting
as i speak

4 comments:

Bobby D. said...

I'm so glad this is pembroke's diary.

sra said...

yeah... me too.

Bob Dylan said...

I love the illustration here, it reminds me of the old fashioned fairy tales i heard as a very small child.

Bob Dylan said...

Wow...Joseph Cornell.we thought it looked familiar...
maybe we saw it once a long time ago in some museum... you stand awestruck in front of each piece, unable to move.

Chedwick has a graveyard a few blocks from his house & Joseph Cornell is buried there. (Edward Hopper also)