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Everyday is Sunday, now.

​Every day is Sunday, now is a pinhole camera project recording shelter-in-place, social environments. The camera’s wide-angle “lens” and long exposures obfuscate moving objects and translate the sedentary as a once and future dystopia. The accompanying narrations are the written word equivalents to the pinhole photographs. 
​No
commute
2-week stubble
jammies
slippers
zoom
garage cubicle
the drapes do not match the carpet
the roots
do.
 
Gloves
masques
and hand sanitizer
coughing
sneezing
sideways glances
do they know each other?
 
Leashed
scrunched
hunched backs
mourning constitutionals
excuses to leave the house
garbage
recycling
I need to check the mail.
 
Look
both ways
muscle memory
and look again
empty
streets
full of cars.
 
Push
notifications
FEDEX
U
P
S
pavlovian responses
real
first
world connections
six to
eight
weeks to arrive.
 
Hello
neighbor
social distance
social distortion
social media
the new
american past time
howling with strangers
a
shaved
head
whisking coffee
flashing your
other.
  
Faded
tape lines
satirical
amusement park ques
curbside pickup
only.
 
N95
obfuscated smiles
hot exhale
steamy glasses
polyethylene barriers
did I just pull my mask down to hear you better?
 
Every
day is Sunday now
routines forgotten
vacation schedules

two
day

sum
day
​
the next.

Routinism vol. 2

zine

​
Hear to
Their
Slouched, ear bud posture,
And
Backpack companions.

Tibetan vibrations.
Blue screens, white noise.
Pavlovian conditioning.

Vacant.
​
Swipe.

Routinism vol. 1

zine


​​analog coding

rinse
lather
if live then repeat
 
existential implications
finding meaning in presence
comfort in minutiae
 
conversations
connections
moments

extrapolate

zine

​one/100
two
 
a plastic
optic
event horizon
 
collects
connects
 
condenses
 
bifocal
extrapolations of
time and space

CMY and K

Picture
Laminating,
Lamenting?
Digital experimentations.

Stratum explore, blend,
And twist.
Partially seen,
unseen?
​
Subjugating analog equivalencies,
To a serendipitous end.

​incredulous


coming full circle, as it were
no tongue-in-cheek,
no highly-stylized pleasantries, LEDs,
no penis head
dick

mistrustful
dubious
unconvinced

raw
turn your head and cough
self-examinations

Suggested

Deep learning frameworks.
Rampant consumerism,
​and eat it too.

Needn't search, 
Cookies, history, photo library 
Know me best.

Poetic bus stops,
Dogs and cats ...
atrophic eating habits 
enjoyed with one click.

Note: I had been exploring the written word quietly for a few months when a friend and colleague introduced me to the movie Patterson outside of all things computer (yes we were having a old-timey face to face conversation). I had forgotten about the movie until it "magically" appeared in the suggested column of my Amazon list. I couldn't just let her know it was there I had to write this poem. It just seemed fitting. 

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