Dear Radio Dodo Listeners,
I may have sent you this tune, this song of the day, before; enjoy it again, or for the first time. It's been a lot of years of sending you tunes, and I don't keep very good records. It's funny about keeping records; all these saved letters and cards, journals and diaries, photographs, receipts, and lists; they become very thin, very pale, very tattered in time. Like memento ghosts, because their substance has transmuted, and their original meaning is lost too.
Still, what memento shall I make today, so the dust of tomorrow will have someplace to fall? How about this: a 4 by 4 foot cube of plaster, layered, troweled textures, planes shifting and truncating, overlapping. Washed with a palest cobalt blue, and on it, I will write you some words, words that subvert themselves, contradict, and open out in vagueness.
Until my next transmission, be well, and be making.
