Moss Eye

Rockridge Bart Station, 8 am 11/23/10 

Traffic Light post on Forest and Claremont 

Garage door on 58th street, 8am 11/23/10

58th street sign post, 8am 11/23/10

  Gas main on 58th street, 8am 11/23/10

River Moss

Lines 58th st, 8am 11/23/10

 Canning street between 59th and 62nd street (moss cartography)

 62nd street, 11 am 11/23/10

Field Moss 59th and Telegraph, 11 am, 11/23/10

Rockridge Bart Station Plug, 5 pm, 11/23/10 

Starting at the Rockridge Bart station walking down Miles Ave, turning right on Forest crossing Claremont Ave and turning left on to Ayala Ave:

Plan de Ayala was the original Zapatista manifesto outlining their vision for national agrarian reform in Mexico. A fascinating revolutionary document written between 1911 and 1914, composed mostly by Zapata with some help from a local school teacher in the town of Alaya, Morelos. It called for the de-privatization of all land in Mexico. Arguably the only real organically intellectual statement to come out of the Mexican Revolution, it was ultimately considered either far too radical to anyone within the conservative republican forces of the revolution and too problematic for the left due to its lack of ideological clarity.   

Martin Street is a walk under a side section enclosed by a private garden on the right and a row of ceder trees on the left whose branches form an archway running the length of it before the physical exertion of traffic from Vicente street forces the change to 58th street completing a sort of geographical axis of private illusions:

Vicente being the Spanish incarnation of my middle name: Vincent, the anglicized pronunciation that comes from my mother's side of the family; French protestants- Huguenots- who arrived to north America sometime in late 17th or early 18th century; who would have said Vinson, derived from the Latin Vincere; to conqueror.

When they number their blocks they mean business

 -For Nemmie 

Jack Spicer

Taking me into the parking lot of the facility where I work. There is nothing buried under this lot save for the remains of furies. 

The photos from 11 am where taken during my 15 minute federally mandated morning break walk that starts in the parking lot of the facility I work at, turning left on 58th and right on Canning Street. I walk a sort of horse shoe path up Canning, turning left on 62nd street, and then left again returning back to work along the length of Telegraph Ave.

The winter sun is waiting for a train for San Francisco at the Rockridge Bart station again. There are more strange looks in the station, on the street. I try to be as quick as I can about taking them because if someone asks I would have to say:  "taking pictures of the moss." which would only give rise to even stranger looks and questions. Growing around the fixtures at the Bart station which is on an out door platform island between the East and West sections of the Grove Shafter Freeway. Moss doesn't have a root structure thus doesn't need soil and can ultimately grow on whatever surface area has a high PH balance (such as exists with rocks and metal) out of the reach of the sun, verdant green fixtures, the space charged with numinous intensity, a point of convergence between time and eternity, everyday appearances and ultimate reality, natural effects and spiritual causes.*


*(From Milton and its Contexts; Mary Lynn Johnson: The Cambridge Companion to William Blake 2003)