Time and Space: Entry 1, by Samuel Bostick. A new project kicks off…
“Time and Space. This catalog is an expressive venture into time and space. This has been a theme heavy on my mind, especially making the transition from life in Atwater, CA to Brooklyn. Yes, a second is always a second, but nonetheless, a minute in Atwater is very different than a New York minute. It’s crazy! It seems the best way to put it in short is that TIME and SPACE are measures of presence. Even writing this now, I know it’s further and deeper than that. Hope you enjoy the ride…”
– Samuel
Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.
Time- 1) The measured or measureable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues. 2) A nonspatial continuum that is measured in term of events which succeed one another from past through present to future. 3) An appointed, fixed, or customary moment or hour for something to happen, begin or end. 4) An opportune or suitable moment. 5) The point or period where something occurs. 5) A historical period. 6) A division of geologic chronology. 7) Conditions at present or at some specified period. 8) The present time. 9) A period of apprenticeship. 10) A term of military service. 11) A military sentence. 12) A season. 13) Rate of speed—the grouping of the beats of music. 14) A moment, hour, day, or year as indicated by a clock or calendar. 15) Any of various systems of recognizing time. 16) One of s series of recurring instances or repeated actions. 17) Added or accumulated quantities or instances—equal fractional parts of which an indicated number equal a comparatively greater quantity. 18) Turn. 19) Finite as contrasted with infinite duration. 20) A person’s experience during a specified period or on a particular occasion. 21) The hours or days required to be occupied by one’s work. 22) An hourly pay rate—wages paid at discharge or resignation. 23) The playing time of a game. 24) A period during which something is used or available for use.
Time and Space: Entry 1
Break
Sun falling, night risen. Alarms sleeping, thoughts take flight from rationality and tradition.
What is this warp? This awful purple birthed of orange and greenwise scorched…
How has this happened? The hands of time loosed and a slack in rhyme formerly divine in accuracy.
Hypocrisy!!
Two cups not one please, purple and pink turn up the drink and begin to sink..sink…sink. Fall back into clouds the slowmotion potion; How intoxicating a means to turn up curiosity of daydreams.
The transforming of blues clues to pink phink, ah yes this is the pulling of the plug on that funk. Watch it swirl into colors never seen nor to be seen again… notice how the green pours into the blue and the blue into the brown and the brown into the yellow and the yellow into the red and the red into the blue and the blue into the grey and the grey into the pink and the pink into the drain. There they all fade to black like a dream of bringing yesterday back that is until they spill out of the cracks and drip into our food, artificial colors and cosmetically modified appeal, no worries jus eat up and enjoy the meal.
Passing by with no remorse
Temporal warp, seconds crushed by the force of moments impatiently pushing their way into the scene
Routines Distort, the day to day no longer holding resort to those simple Sunday feelings, remember that easy tune—how it cooled and soothed the soul, sweet moments that had time tied up and held captive in the basement, not worried about rushing here nor there, jus sitting around loving life and breathing in calm, exhaling despair. The Easy.
The magic of turkey day, somehow there is always space for more! And More and MORE. Feeeeed meeeee. Wait, let me regain my composure; mother taught me manners and poppa told me to keep my cool, still and so I jus wanna dive into those mashed potatoes and gravy like a fool. Not jus any fool, rather the fool who cant swim jumpin in to the deep end of a pool. Hell yea, today is the day where impossible is not a word as far as this table and its contents are concerned…ruthless with the fork and knife, imma dig on this plate with the spirit and ardor of a miner who jus uncovered a rock of gold, except even more loose. Whenever I get up I may have to roll to the other room. Question: who in their right mind decided that the cowboys and redskins needed to play every thanksgiving from past till infinity, im not tryna see this mess, im too full for this bull…DESSERT thas the answer! Over sweet potato pie I don’t give a Brooklyn-bound-thugged-out-rats-ass that the sorry cowboys are getting smashed right now. Speaking of smashed…wheres the liq at? We gotta party tonight! Grab the disco ball and lets get it in, aint no mountain high, aint no valley low aint no river wide enough to keep me from getting to that apple pie, ooo AND we got ice cream! Yo this is KILLER, shamoo on this cats!! You goin HAM, thas cool, Im goin WHALE yea thas right im freewilly stupid on this grub!!!
Ugh, its time for a break now…why the #%#$ is this game still on hahah. Lemme text that cutie wit the round booty… *yawn, nah imma jus take a naa-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Damn I was out homie, what **** is it now? Anyway, where that FOOD at!!!
Somehow the colors of Autumn make the flavors of all this food a bit more epic. Gotta love it.
Bzzzzz: Samuel, this is your conscious. What about that guy who has no home, or the one that is always whining his blues up the block, callin out for a dollar or a dream. Today is a celebration still that shit don’t stop.
Shhhh… be sure to keep this convo on the low, we don’t want to disrupt the flow of things…I mean it iSs Thanks giving. Now say your prays and carry on. Have you yet to learn questions of concern only cause confusion??
Shes fasting?? Im eating (thas not gone change today).
Its always more complex than it should be. DAMN HOMIE, why you wanna kill my VIBE!!!?!?! Damn your right tho mr. conscious, I gotta be thankful for the fact I can stuff my face while others hardly even have a place to lay there head or a leg to chew on or a day off. Sometimes I get ahead of myself…
Thas the past though,
nonetheless present in the implications…Cowboys vs the Redskins, classic rivalry—ironic?
…not really
Don’t dwell,
Tell that to the souls without eyes wandering through hell.
How does a clock answer the question of eternity?
Linear motion,
A two dimensional function streaming through a world that operates on X-Y-Z coordination.
Variably something is missing.
Chronologic,
sounds like something that belongs stuffed and rolled up into a tight J an smoked away
This that caiforni-cripto-chrologic-bubonic-tonic cuh,
Retro-
Active.
Grade.
Virus.
Retcon, for short.
Contradictive motion—counter to the primary (a sure cause for commotion).
Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome, for long.
The Rare is running low
Its bout that **** to re-up.
“we owe the invention of bourbon to the earliest explorers”[[1]], well in THAT case, thanks!
Mom teaches there is a time and place for everything
As for space, thas a whole lot of nothing. An accumulation of area, a holding perimeter of vacancy. Its almost how valuable nothingness can be in a city where everything is appropriated to accrue revenue.
FLASH:
back to reality, the dream is far gone, like yesterday.
Back to work.
Sigh—I wonder if I’ll ever really understand.
…all in due time…all in due time.
…To be continued…
[1] Theirry Bénitah, The Secrets of Whiskey (Flemmarion S.A. 1999) p. 17
Samuel Bostick
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