tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76119478267801514762011-04-21T21:31:28.287-07:00Written by Mike McClatchey.Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-68038940483627061392008-12-28T23:24:00.000-08:002008-12-29T14:17:35.337-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVh7YN64MuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GvtLqrzNCKU/s1600-h/IMG00111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285109818702967522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVh7YN64MuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GvtLqrzNCKU/s400/IMG00111.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVh7YOWrSLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OVCGyfxllrI/s1600-h/IMG00112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285109818819561650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVh7YOWrSLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OVCGyfxllrI/s400/IMG00112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been getting a lot done.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Mike</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-6803894048362706139?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-82967507328374687562008-12-28T07:20:00.000-08:002008-12-28T07:24:23.505-08:00I think I'm done with the music portion of the Lament Cityscape EP. I'll be working on vocals for the next couple of weeks while tweaking shit musically here and there.<br /><br />In Late January/Early February I'll be putting together a live band, do a couple local shows to warm up, and then start setting up a Spring '09 US tour.<br /><br />More details soon.<br /><br />-Mike<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-8296750732837468756?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-44947600666768459792008-12-23T15:10:00.000-08:002008-12-29T14:20:43.758-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVFwXzcQPrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VpUKsrPN9eM/s1600-h/Painting02.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283127392130318002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVFwXzcQPrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VpUKsrPN9eM/s400/Painting02.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVFwQqPCEWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3fB7-SMMm8I/s1600-h/Painting01.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283127269399859554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVFwQqPCEWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3fB7-SMMm8I/s400/Painting01.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br />Last night was productive.<br />-Mike<br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-4494760066676845979?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-85780695867023667452008-12-23T02:44:00.001-08:002008-12-23T15:03:50.356-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVDJ_ZL40mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_OI6olOPUyk/s1600-h/vhs+7-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282944453835280994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SVDJ_ZL40mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_OI6olOPUyk/s400/vhs+7-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>About a month ago the final VCR (standalone) was made and shipped from JVC. Today, the final batch of VHS films were shipped from Distribution Video Audio. This ends a medium that more, or less, raised me. <div><br /></div><div>I had always watched movies with my mom, at the theaters and at home, but around the age of seven or eight I had been watched by a babysitter who I think was named Lisa. Lisa had two children of her own, within a year of each other, who were around my age. She lived two blocks from my elementary school and I would walk as fast as I could to get to her place, when school ended because I knew that once I got there Lisa would drive me, and her socially retarded children, to the video store and we would pick up two or three horror VHS tapes to keep us occupied for the rest of the night. She didn't care how extreme the movies were so we would get ANYTHING. It was WONDERFUL!</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember LOVING zombie flicks. Most vividly, I recall watching "Gates Of Hell" (which was later released as "City Of The Living Dead"). This movie had things that even the biggest third-grader horror buff [myself] had never seen. To THIS day "Gates Of Hell" is the only movie to make me throw up. When the lady in the movie started throwing up her intestines, after seeing the priest with the bleeding eyes, I covered my mouth and ran outside to throw up. IN that vomiting I ended up losing a tooth and picking it out of the pile of stomach bile, mayonnaise and mustard sandwich and Fig Newton.</div><div><br /></div><div>I became addicted to movies during these years. The Gate, Night Of The Living Dead (and the other Romero flicks), Return Of The Living Dead, The Blob, and other 80's gems.</div><div><br /></div><div>In 2004 I bought several used VCRs to dub rented VHS tapes [Bradley Video, 7 movies for $7] AND rented DVDs. Right now my VHS collection consists of about 600+ movies (and 250+ DVDs, which once was more than 700 DVDs).</div><div><br /></div><div>There is definitely something special about the lo-fi quality of VHS tapes, especially when they are copies of a copy of a copy. I don't know it it is nostalgia or if I just like the grime of VHS, but this is oddly a sad day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Does anyone VHS Tape-Trade still? I did until around 2005. I might need to update my VHS List, I just finished updating my DVD List.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fuck you, I like movies.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Mike</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-8578069586702366745?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-26523080190507005112008-12-02T22:36:00.000-08:002008-12-02T22:50:54.916-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/STYsHRRqFuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-D0m2TtcA74/s1600-h/school.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275452516919285474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/STYsHRRqFuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-D0m2TtcA74/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/STYrVlp4dkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RgQunAG3D4E/s1600-h/school.jpg"></a><span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">The drums have subsided today.<br />The light scared the lustre away.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-2652308019050700511?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-91529391441607183002008-11-14T19:49:00.000-08:002008-11-14T19:50:12.155-08:00No one has accused loyalty of living here.<br />Nor do we even know who that is.<br />We stare at the light.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-9152939144160718300?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-52734280034131983132008-11-14T19:28:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:24:54.352-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SR5FC796AfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DPCptqaKJ2Y/s1600-h/spine.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724530829459954" style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SR5FC796AfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DPCptqaKJ2Y/s400/spine.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This Project Is Getting Larger.<br /><br />Album.<br />Book.<br />Film.<br />Interactive Performance.<br /><br />I think I might be spending some time in Athens, Georgia.<br /><br />Odd.<br /><br />-Mike<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-5273428003413198313?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-80999811971079286822008-10-28T21:22:00.000-07:002008-10-28T21:30:13.310-07:00The demons you’ve always said were there<br />Have almost completely drowned me<br />I can’t see them yet<br />But I sure as hell feel them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-8099981197107928682?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-76936012224572640682008-10-16T21:35:00.000-07:002008-10-16T21:44:41.387-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SPgWQixZPLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dagBg6jRK9Y/s1600-h/Chamber01.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257977038422752434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SPgWQixZPLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dagBg6jRK9Y/s400/Chamber01.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SPgWQ2P-QlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XSFjJpv2YB4/s1600-h/Chamber02.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257977043651281490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SPgWQ2P-QlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XSFjJpv2YB4/s400/Chamber02.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SPgWbZqhYkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q7Us1fujhpE/s1600-h/Chamber03.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257977224956568130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SPgWbZqhYkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q7Us1fujhpE/s400/Chamber03.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When I do sleep, when I can sleep, call it sleep, I float on solar wind.<br />An aurora behind my eyelids: ionized atmosphere; plasma semiconductor,<br />my body. The anechoic chamber is silent, and it is safe.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">(bet. בּ )</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-7693601222457264068?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-62575948885747448442008-10-09T21:16:00.001-07:002008-10-09T21:21:31.193-07:00You make a noise in that space of sound that covers my hands:<br />Shapeshifter. Shape-hammerer.<br />Plugged in to grate across a field of sound,<br />waves hover like opaque gas.<br /><br />Press Record.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SO7XOqyOK1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/or7z373z5SY/s1600-h/Wavs.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255374462191020882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SO7XOqyOK1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/or7z373z5SY/s400/Wavs.bmp" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-6257594888574744844?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-63931291057083000032008-10-07T20:11:00.000-07:002008-10-07T22:07:12.420-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1RrmSOI/AAAAAAAAADk/z6Zv5QZs9f8/s1600-h/Head01.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618661467343074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1RrmSOI/AAAAAAAAADk/z6Zv5QZs9f8/s400/Head01.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1pMnz5I/AAAAAAAAADs/7299SKbsXeU/s1600-h/Head02.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618667779870610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1pMnz5I/AAAAAAAAADs/7299SKbsXeU/s400/Head02.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1gS2-2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3dD2TGwdm5Q/s1600-h/Head03.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618665390111586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1gS2-2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3dD2TGwdm5Q/s400/Head03.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1o946gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AJXpolGLQWg/s1600-h/Head04.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618667718076930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOwn1o946gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AJXpolGLQWg/s400/Head04.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your concrete is a pneumatic cave, your body in a sarcophagus dipped in gold, shielded in lead. Dropped to the bottom of the ocean, burning still.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">_______________________________________________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O Master! we are seven!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-6393129105708300003?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-36402359859313097912008-10-04T03:52:00.000-07:002008-10-06T18:20:26.118-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>PRESS RECORD.<br /><br /></strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mother’s folded hands; the bellows burning sound next to my face.</span></em><br /><strong>_______________________________________<br /><br /><br /></strong><br />Tell me to move. Tell me move.</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="center"><br />transistor is:<br />TRANSfer<br />resISTOR</div><div align="center"><br />transition is:<br />across<br />motion<br /><br />TRANS<br />ITION<br /><br />TRANS: </div><div align="center">position: across, beyond </div><div align="center"><br />ITION: </div><div align="center">the root, —it—, motion<br /><br /><br />Tell me to rest. Tell me rest.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-3640235985931309791?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-32667945076053822842008-10-03T22:02:00.000-07:002008-10-03T22:05:03.138-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOb5Ik_NEgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4_9h7ORCE6U/s1600-h/Room.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253159941137306114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOb5Ik_NEgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4_9h7ORCE6U/s400/Room.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I can make your worlds.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-3266794507605382284?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-91867191844638949942008-10-02T22:54:00.000-07:002008-10-03T17:04:12.623-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOW1UiJ9vLI/AAAAAAAAADA/3Qi-863U9L0/s1600-h/Celia.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252803904768162994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOW1UiJ9vLI/AAAAAAAAADA/3Qi-863U9L0/s400/Celia.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">One day,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Mend all broken things.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-9186719184463894994?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-85248601844078743222008-10-01T20:00:00.000-07:002008-10-03T17:04:28.558-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOQwRHdOx3I/AAAAAAAAACU/npgnZdBZdvM/s1600-h/A.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376136038401906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOQwRHdOx3I/AAAAAAAAACU/npgnZdBZdvM/s400/A.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOQwRNVx1nI/AAAAAAAAACc/H4TMKUQ4DrA/s1600-h/B.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376137617757810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_vYAUs8Jtk/SOQwRNVx1nI/AAAAAAAAACc/H4TMKUQ4DrA/s400/B.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">In the dream: you split, you intersect. Reconcile or ascend--fear your<br />own shadow floating below you at noon.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-8524860184407874322?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611947826780151476.post-56676604011785366612008-10-01T19:00:00.000-07:002008-10-03T17:04:44.602-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>et.</em></span><br />Begins.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;">א</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>alef.</em></span><br />In silence.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">ה</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>hei.</em></span><br />Beholds the breath.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">ת</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>tav.</em></span><br />The cross will finish.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><strong>"PRESS RECORD."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Before the beginning I created (<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>et</em></span>-<span style="font-size:180%;"> תא<br /></span>Then I could speak <strong>the sigh : the exhalation :</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7611947826780151476-5667660401178536661?l=lamentcityscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClatcheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618277149798718914noreply@blogger.com0