Daily Archives Thursday, March 2008

Mongolia Piece 2 in Pieces

The first time I heard heavy metal— the kind I listen to, from Scandinavia — in Mongolia was also the first time I heard this music broadcast on mainstream TV, while staying with a herding family in East-Central Mongolia.

…Usually, I get up every ten minutes or so to clear my side of the ger, if only to lessen the number in my immediate vicinity, for a few moments of relative peace.

Exercises/Ideas

As if the fruit hadn’t been fully separated from its skin, and took bits of skin-adhesive with it, leaving traces for the eater to ponder.

…And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.”