- Bookmaking Instructions -
*Materials*
- Box cutter (or something similarly sharp and flat)
- A printer
- Thin string ~ 9-12cm length
- Sewing needle
1) Print Side 1
2) Print Side 2 on the reverse side,
make sure these corners match up front-to-back:
[Book A] Side 1: top right (ROLL) + Side 2: top left (weaving black)
[Book B] Side 1: top left (art is an adaptive) + Side 2: top right (be ditto)
[Book C] Side 1: top left (dear hand) + Side 2: top right (#17)
3) Fold page in half, hot dog style, score hard, and open
4) Fold in half, hamburger style, score hard
5) Fold in half again, score hard, and open
6) With side 1 up, Fold the page in half one way, then in half the other, then in half again
make sure the front pg is __ + back pg is ___
[Book A] 'time castle' + 'ROLL'
[Book B] 'art is an adaptive' + 'art is the realized'
[Book C] 'dear hand' + 'so begins the tale...'
8) Cut all the folds except the spine
9) Open the book to the half way page and poke three holes through the spine:
*1 inch from top *middle *1 inch from bottom
10) String the needle, tie a knot on the end, and weave from outside to inside:
middle hole, to top hole, to bottom hole, back to middle hole
11) Tie a knot and cut the tails
Voila! You made your own book to read :)
#2 - On Death & Music (from time castle)
You want to be
the girl of my dreams,
haunting behind a
pale-glowing veil.........
Of fog, dusty and sweet, like
Sweat pouring from a
glistening back,,
A cog encased
in a genius machine.
silk to the touch-,-,-,-
Crazy (from art is an adaptive)
is a song
like any other,
except this one is true.
Like a feeling
a sapphire might get
when someone tells them
they're just blue.
Like a verdant fire
Crazy is something
you can't stop to smell
it seeks you out
or down
like a snake among the brush
hoping
you can talk some sense into it.
Crazy is magenta
pulsing vibrating
when there isn't any music to hear
no ears to listen
no face to turn.
It's a gregarious smile
from ear to ear
in sharp cuts
and twists
it seems to form an almost perfect
circle
x x
except the tails can never touch
if they do
it will be like copper
touching copper
in a closed system
where the only goal
is fire.
Electric eel feeling
that starts in dead cells
like nails
or hair
but creeps up and out
toward living matter
in such a way
that it feels organic
labeled alive
but
like a hybrid
between lightning
and flesh.
#17(from dear hand)
Here are shadows
like giants
Blotting out
brown with black
And lifting
the sea to its foam
With one whisper of a
plushy dream
where the earth and sky
Cast their own silhouettes