January 2010
7 posts
“Lover come grab your guns
I know that you want some
Maps in flames..
Im comin...”
Move these frames, move these legs Re-arrange with subtle change Make it fit so you won’t feel Won’t feel bored of it I’m coming after you Lover come grab your guns I know that you want some Maps in flames, I’ll follow you While you lead the way I’m coming after you
dance whenever you can... →
“Shall we dance, or keep on moping?
Shall we dance and walk on air?
Shall we...”
December 2009
26 posts
still the sirens
Still the sirens
stitch the night air with terror—
pierce hearing’s membranes
with shrieks of pain and fear:
still they weave the mesh
that traps the heart in anguish,
flash bright bars of power
that cage memory in mourning and loss.
Still sirens haunt the night air.
Someday there will be peace
someday the sirens will be still
someday we will be free.
Dennis Brutus 1924 -2009
oldhollywood:
“The one you”re looking for is the one who is looking”
“All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.”
– Theodor Haecker
~ a kind of Love peace ~ →
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”— Oscar Wilde
tango ~ Armik →
YOU →
You know, I think more and more often by Tadeusz Borowski You know, I think more and more often that I should go back. Maybe I’ll meet you. And happiness? Happiness is being sad together. So I look through the moonlit window and listen. Nothing. A breeze stirs somewhere. Alone among the leaves - the moon. Like a golden wheel it rolls above the windblown leaves. Such moons, only paler, shone over...
oldhollywood:
Nino Rota - Blues: La Dolce Vita...
“You told me it’d be ok. But you were the one crying.
You told me to let...”
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind… william Wordsworth
Watchdocumentary:
TIME ZERO: the last year of polaroid film. A documentary about the polaroid by Grant Hamilton.
The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to earth, the more real and truthful they become.
~ The unbearable lightness of being
November 2009
21 posts
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“In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn’t want to...”
“Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its...”
– ~ Isaac Bashevis Singer
Writing is not doomed to be the shadow of speech. Be attentive to yourself as you write and you will mark there are times when the words form themselves on the paper de novo, as the Romans used to say, out of the deepest inner silences. We are accustomed to believe that our world was created by God speaking the Word; but I ask, may it not rather be that he wrote it, wrote a word so long we have...
I watched you at the book launch …two weeks ago…
You seemed different …
tired. restless. You never believed I can see you there, look in youreyes as you eat the little salmon sundries. I could sense you hated every moment of being there.
You’re in London now I feel. Somehow I think its where you belong. I know you like the anonymity.
I listened to your voice twice this...
“for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain...”
– Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)
“We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. the first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. the second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. they are the tireless hosts of cocktail...
“I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps,...”
– Conor Oberst
my almost lover.. →