End Blog

Somethings begin, some end . . . except blogs, usually. You show up in the middle of them, and they seem to go on forever, or end without word. A nothing that nothings. Since this was meant to be a "temporary autonomous blog," and since we have attained some closure on the mystery of the Woonasquatucket Primitive, I figure this to be a good enough point to end, rather than go on and on and on. The mystery and experience is still open to you, though, dear reader. Now that it is warmer out, signs of the Primitive are more plentiful. You ain't seen nothing yet. Give nothing a break!
And now, with a slight of hand usually reserved only for higher dimensional entities, I will reverse the course of time, changing a blog into a web narrative with a beginning and an end, so that new visitors will be able to track my process of understanding the Primitive and his art during a few months in 2007. There will be a new arrow at the end of each entry, so that all you need to do is click there and move forward, rather than go back to this index.

Knot Here
Blood Lines
Snow Thing
Indian Dandy
Dump, Cosmos
Shared Metaphysic
Weekend Primitives
Shy Crystal
Chance, Necessity
Doo-Dad
Hysterical Shrines
Tabula Rasa
Under Erasure
Twisty Things
Secret Compass
Moldy Aesthetic
You, Mind
Pinch Me
Superhuman Powers
Familiar Tableaux
Alchemical Transformation
Fishing Machine