Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Announcing EVERY DAY SHE MAKES A NEW BLUE DOG
an exciting new serial by Miranda F. Mellis, which will bump up your quest for meaning and beauty a notch or two, and as a result or side effect of this, at the very least, highly improve your quality of life. You cannot afford to miss an entry, dearreaderfriend.
The following is a partial excerpt from EVERY DAY SHE MAKES A NEW BLUE DOG:
She made a new blue dog. This dog involuntarily remembered elements of her past life without remembering or recalling somatically or otherwise her identity as such. So: it wasn’t her self she remembered, rather it was certain objects she had used over and over again, objects covered in her fingerprints that floated before her eyes, phantasmagoric static interfering with her dog-flow: shoes, a broom, kites, cameras, radios, telephones, beer. In that life of objects she had been a human filmmaker. She had once strapped her camera to a seagull to film her own shadow at high noon. Then she exposed the film in the room in which her mother lay in state. The film was blurry when she projected it, but she felt she could clearly make out her mother, her face shining forth in the exposed footage of the shadow. The (closed) casket was purple and the undertaker was playing the Ukulele. None of this was clear, and yet it needed no explanation. All this is going through the new blue dog’s mind as she lifts her gray eyes to see her maker. She had been a filmmaker–-an artist. Now, in her present life as a new blue dog on a’,i, she is not the artist, rather she is the creation of this woman, this tall woman with black hair who is trying to coax her into playing with a stick. She doesn’t want to play with a stick; she wants to think about her condition. She walks away and, circling a few times first, she curls up in an unprepossessing ball to wonder at having died and come back as a dog–-which clearly was considered some kind of art form in this other world. She thought she could love this incarnation. She would be fed, she wouldn’t have to work, and she was free to spend all of her time thinking and even…playing. How to play? That would be something she would have to learn, as a dog: how to play, jump around and all that.
I tried to post last night but dinint take.
Missed you and da Hool before I left. I'm in muggy Chi now.
The surf pics are hot esp with the captions. My favs are 1, 4, 6, n 7. I am also unencumbered by technique.
missing vous.
: 6:22 PM sorry I missed vous b4 vous left. Things were quite hectic around here with people coming and going constantly. How is Chi Chi? How long will you be there this time? My friend Cheryl and I were having a big crack up over Rich Grandma, Poor Grandma. I showed it to her and she loved.
xoxo
I love you too Capt'n.
: 5:00 AM I just found out about yours about 5 seconds ago....I will need some time to process my emotions and things...can't talk anymore right now.
I get back on the 22nd and I'm home for about 2 weeks. Hope to see vous and Hools. Hool's shimmering duet with Andrew is going up at the Walker accompanying quicineros ladies on discontinued soviet stock film and super gay ice dancer Rohene Ward spinnin around and around. Very cute.
Chi is mega muggy and polluted but OK.
Mizzin
: 8:25 PM We'll be around, so calling when you get back to Cali, yes?
Lovin'
i can't believe peeds got rid of ether meats! peeds! i will miss you as the sweet, wise-crackin' ether lady extraordinaire.
Welcome back to the swamp Gay.
: 1:34 PM Peeds, we're all still reeling. It's so sad! But I don't wanna make you feel bad and stuff. It's just a harsh toke, but I do understand. (This is me, pre-caffeine and humorless.)
Capt'n, the trip to the homeland went well, but I am tired and feel depleted. La familia is intense. And now I'm broke, sitting on the couch looking at the Man's powerpoint presentations like i like to do. At least it isn't brutally hot today. Ah, the swamp.
Caps, if I may call you that, what is goin on over there in la, la land?
: 7:27 AM How 'bout you?
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Today is the first day of your new life, and you have Miranda to thank for it. Be happy, chil'rens.
By 
The Capt'n, at
12:47 PM
Hi Capt'n,
I tried to post last night but dinint take.
Missed you and da Hool before I left. I'm in muggy Chi now.
The surf pics are hot esp with the captions. My favs are 1, 4, 6, n 7. I am also unencumbered by technique.
missing vous.
By , at
6:22 PM
Hi ACN,
sorry I missed vous b4 vous left. Things were quite hectic around here with people coming and going constantly. How is Chi Chi? How long will you be there this time? My friend Cheryl and I were having a big crack up over Rich Grandma, Poor Grandma. I showed it to her and she loved.
xoxo
By The Capt'n, at
11:06 AM
My love for this little excerpt is intensified by my love for dogs! Great piece.
I love you too Capt'n.
By , at
5:00 AM
Peeds, check out her blog, it's mad excellent.
I just found out about yours about 5 seconds ago....I will need some time to process my emotions and things...can't talk anymore right now.
By The Capt'n, at
6:52 AM
Hi Capt'n
I get back on the 22nd and I'm home for about 2 weeks. Hope to see vous and Hools. Hool's shimmering duet with Andrew is going up at the Walker accompanying quicineros ladies on discontinued soviet stock film and super gay ice dancer Rohene Ward spinnin around and around. Very cute.
Chi is mega muggy and polluted but OK.
Mizzin
By , at
8:25 PM
Congratulations, ACN! The Walker thing sounds excellent. I will search it, but if it is obscure, can you send me a link pleez?
We'll be around, so calling when you get back to Cali, yes?
Lovin'
By The Capt'n, at
3:02 PM
here is a link:
http://press.walkerart.org/release.wac?id=3976
By , at
3:42 PM
Hi Cappy! How goes it? i like this dog-womon story. thank you. i'm back in the butthole of culture otherwise known as new york. miss y'all, grr. did do some synchronized swimming yesterday and tried to surf on a kickboard. no go.
i can't believe peeds got rid of ether meats! peeds! i will miss you as the sweet, wise-crackin' ether lady extraordinaire.
Yes, I am sorry to have deleted myself. I was boring myself. But I will sharpen my wise-crackin skills on everyone else's blog.
Welcome back to the swamp Gay.
By , at
1:34 PM
Yes, Gay, welcome back to the NY. How was the last leg of your trip?
Peeds, we're all still reeling. It's so sad! But I don't wanna make you feel bad and stuff. It's just a harsh toke, but I do understand. (This is me, pre-caffeine and humorless.)
By The Capt'n, at
8:23 AM
Indeed we are reeling, peeds! how will we know what wonders your mind is wrapped around? I mean, I'm just getting back to it after a bit of a hiatus and you're leaving??! I understand too, but...sniff. or should i say butt-sniff? (This is me- post-caffeine and humor-mess)
Capt'n, the trip to the homeland went well, but I am tired and feel depleted. La familia is intense. And now I'm broke, sitting on the couch looking at the Man's powerpoint presentations like i like to do. At least it isn't brutally hot today. Ah, the swamp.
I am sorry, but it is only because I am planning to return at some point--better than ever. I am in the business of ether reinvention.
Caps, if I may call you that, what is goin on over there in la, la land?
By , at
7:27 AM
Oh, a little of this, a little of that, Peeds. Lots of visitors this summer. Working, surfing, doing a couple art-type projects, both with The Mrs. and without. Drinking beers at sunset in the back yard, or "hillbilly hill," as we call it. You know.
How 'bout you?
By The Capt'n, at
11:11 AM
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