March 2011
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Yasunari Kawabata - Canaries
Madam:
I must break my promise and write a letter to you just one more time.
I can no longer keep the canaries I received from you last year. My wife always cared for them. My only function was to look at them—to think of you when I saw them.
You were the one who said it, weren’t you? “You have a wife and I have a husband. Let’s stop seeing each other. If...
January 2011
4 posts
A song I put together using some facebook statuses...
“Art is fundamentally a survival device of the species. Otherwise it wouldn’t be...”
– Milton Glaser: first graphic designer to win the National Medal of Arts. Glaser continues:
How does art help you survive? It helps us survive by making us attentive. In a simplistic way, when you go past a forest and you look at it and you say, “that looks just like Cézanne.” And you realize Cézanne...
Help!
So I need help with the format of this text thing. How do I get it so when I press Enter it doesn’t have so much space between the lines? When I press Enter twice, it doesn’t create more space between the lines in the post though. I’m horrible with computers. Help me, please!
I started this over the summer and finished it up...
August 2010
39 posts
hyperion: children of the sun →
Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep….
The rhythm of the heart monitor tends to continue on in my head some days despite the fact that it stopped beating an endless amount of time ago, when your heart decided to give out, give up, and give itself to death. My own heart is quickening by a few beats, though it…
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Spinner: Kelli Scarr - Piece →
Beautiful.
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Sean Penn 'Suspicious' of Wyclef Jean →
Because Haiti is his turf now, Sean Penn stopped by CNN last night to voice his apprehension of Wyclef Jean announcing he will run for president of Haiti. Turns out Sean doesn’t think Wyclef has spent enough time helping in Haiti and will be a puppet for US corporations.
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Mickey Newbury - Wish I Was (Willow Tree)
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Everybody Has
There’s something lost in our minds that makes things hard to find. I know you been fucked up bad. Everybody has. Everybody has. Take a look at your dad. But I know what I have When my fingers are under your back, In the crease between your back. I don’t want to fuck you up even if that means I can’t fuck you at all. Cause I know you been fucked up bad. Everybody has. Everybody...
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“It seemed to me the sunshine walked beside her.”
– Townes Van Zandt, “Tecumseh Valley”
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“When music is your home you can go anywhere.”
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Spinner: Gogol Bordello →
With this most motley of crews, there’s never a dull moment. Drawing inspiration from Brechtian cabaret and a collective love for gypsy music, Eugene Hutz and his band of whirling dervishes takes the listener on a vividly colored journey, all delivered with infectious, foot-tapping energy.
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“Armed with nothing more than a goofy name and an overpowering urge to become a...”
– I know it’s in 3D, but it’s the only one I’ve truly known.
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Iron & Wine - Kingdom of the Animals
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A Hair Tied Neatly at my Wrist
Existential dilemmas manifest themselves so concretely, like a wash of sand grating across the stones of a shallow creek. I want to make love to you, as the heart of my thumb curves smooth down your face, the face of my teeth pets wet across your nipple, and your nipple leans like a dip on the floor in a dance hall where light bulbs hang, kept dim, as it scoops into my chest and we slip into one,...
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This restless, romantic feeling can not be quelled. I just want to reach out and grab somebody, but I have a feeling that won’t help. Existential dilemmas manifest themselves in a very concrete way…
It’s like a wash of sand grating across the stones of a shallow creek. Confusing shit here.
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“There are many things and many ways for us to love.”
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July 2010
13 posts
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“django could school you with one finger and flip you off with the other..”
– willy4u4u
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Feelings are Funny (volume 2)
“Living with my granddad is funny sometimes,” he told me one night in the basement. His throat knelled, “He tells me everyday about how he’s going to hell for the war.” He laughed next to me on the couch, and I laughed with him and then the silence grew so dry. He laughed next to me on the couch, and I laughed with him and in the silence I saw the lie. He laughed next...
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Feelings are Funny
“Living with my granddad is funny sometimes,” he told me one night in the basement. His throat knelled, “He tells me everyday about how he’s going to hell for the war.” And he laughed next to me on the couch, and I laughed with him and then I realized that he could cry. He laughed next to me on the couch, and I laughed with him and then I realized it was a lie.