thinking about duration and repetition lately, experiencing it too, and more than that experiencing attention to it and meta-attention to that attention

listening to philip glass a lot, found the kronos quartet album of glass' music for dracula in a used bin, hearing it even when it's over, listening to silence and the interruptions of contractors' hemi engines with the same slightly absent intensity

saw andy warhol's movie chelsea girls the other night and found myself jarred when it ended at 3+ hours, disorientedly wandering out to the franklin street sidewalk, staring at miniskirted undergraduates demonstratively clacking past and addled loiterers lurking pointlessly around them as if it was yet another reel

saw ralph lemon's how can you stay in the house all day & not go anywhere? and wrote about it for the thread blog, the 20minute ensemble dance without characteristics, and 8minutes of weeping

i just have this tendency to vanish into the playing out of these things

philip glass doesn't occur to me to be found repetitive

everything around a repeater changes, so the repetitions are each different

molecularly, things degrade, it's like i can sense this

hearing an inaudible skitter of an atom falling off something, or a frictionless slippage

seeing the differences between two mass-produced objects that warhol frequently celebrated the identicality of, and then their differences over time

i might have to relearn how to get bored

or relearn what "is" means