Construction

Posted by on May 23, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Construction

A one-room casita on a dusty Marfa side street. New adobe on walls. Unfinished wood floor. It’s my writing space for this week.

Formations

Posted by on May 22, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Formations

This town is about formations, arising from the remnants of predecessors, art on land, decaying canvas of adobe and sand. The bold assertions of longevity are left to other places.

Roadtrack

Posted by on May 21, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Roadtrack

Singing fine, Texas spine,
East to west, sky defined,
Right wheel hums a constant pitch,
I ride its tone, feel its itch.

Drops

Posted by on May 20, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Drops

Driving, a speeding rhythm on the metal roof, hundreds of small thuds, pulse of the moving system. Remnant light dances through the first large drops on the windshield.

Diffusion

Posted by on May 19, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Diffusion

This gentle transition happens slowly only if watched. Unwitnessed, you look up from your work to sudden dark.

Flight of the Alley Cat

Posted by on May 18, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Flight of the Alley Cat

It’s all in the high end of my register. It’s squealing, squeezed-balloon-mouth, bee-wing, grinding, distortion-dancing sound. One part of my palate scratches and buzzes while another plays a pure tone. Constant evolution.

Home Stretch

Posted by on May 17, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Home Stretch

I sing in laps. The melody is simple and repetitive and I sing it until I come back around to the yawning stretch, a brief period when the song inflates into wide singing yawns.

Ripening

Posted by on May 16, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Ripening

A flash of regret crosses like a bird across the window. How can I treat a session like a duty when the whole purpose of the practice is to connect into the juicy center of life?