February 2012
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Lend me your ear.
In light of the fact that my life has been confined to the Reference section of Bobst, my walks to Bobst, my walks from Bobst, and just BOBST in general, I really take advantage of the times I spend outside it, and even if I’m just walking to class, I try to plug in to hear something inspiring or just groovy, even if it’s just one song, just to try and change my mental pace or to hear...
On my mind.
As of late, life has been hectic, heavy, and haphazard, which is why I want to dedicate a post to all of the mental clippings I’ve been collecting recently, of colors, patterns, ideas that I’m drawn to that have accumulated and need to be thrown onto a metaphorical/virtual canvas by means of a blog post. I think it’s a disservice to the ideas themselves, but this is within the...
“How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone?”
– Lucille Bluth, “Beef Consommé.”
“But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms.
“The mind always tries to break out of confinement. It has tried every sort of...”
– William Carlos Williams, from a letter to John C. Thirlwall, 13 January 1955.
Something magical.
I slammed the door shut, embarrassed by my blundering and determined to forget her. But Ximena Ortiz prevented that. She sent me messages with mutual friends, provocative notes, brutal threats, while she spread the rumor that we were mad with love for each other though we hadn’t exchanged a word. She was impossible to resist. She had the eyes of a wildcat, a body as provocative with clothes...
Something to read.
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him...
“P-E-T-R-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N. Petrification! I do not intend to devote my prime to...”
– Miss Jean Brodie from The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.
Something I love.
So long as Love held power over me and accustomed me to his lordship, that as he seemed harsh to me at first, so now he seems sweet in my heart. And so when he takes away my courage, and my spirits seem to fly away, then I feel throughout my soul such sweetness that my face pales and then Love holds such power over me, that he makes my spirits go speaking, and always calling on my lady to grant me...
“Make your ego porous. The will is of little importance, complaining is nothing....”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Something to read.
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be,i say if this should...
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East Village Treasures.
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Something to read.
There had hung the sense of buffering, insulation, she had noticed the absence of an intensity, as if watching a movie, just perceptibly out of focus, that the projectionist refused to fix. And has also gently conned into the curious, Rapunzel-like role of a pensive girl somehow, magically, prisoner among the pines and salt fogs of a Kinneret, looking for somebody to say hey, let down your hair....
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Ray, you're a poet.
The sun died The sun died, with my love When you left me blue, the summer died too My love and the sun, it’s the same The sun died The sun died, with my love And I’m so alone, and yet life goes on But for me, there can be no more dawn Yesterday, the coldest winter was like Spring I thought my love would always stay I thought our love would never end But that was yesterday The sun...
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At the moment:
eyes | the beauteous solange knowles (http://mydamnblog.com/)
ears | affinity by bill evans. all of it. the whole thing. so good.
nose | peppermint tea
mouth | nothing; ate a wonderful meal tonight with family friends who are more family than friends.
hands | on these keys, penciling in to-dos in my planner, writing writing writing.
mind | florence jazz club, cocktails, the arno at...
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“I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
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Something I'm thinking about.
I appreciate when, some mornings, the sun outside oh so far far away in solar space somehow manages to to find its way through all of these apartment buildings stacked up and pushed and smushed against each other like the N train at Times Square at 4:50pm on a Friday, and somehow sneaks its way into my bedroom, shining, albeit subtly, through my windows. A southern California native, sunshine has...
Something I learned about.
This is extremely belated, and since I’m sitting at a coffee shop where a group of people all with very loud voices and very important things to say just walked in, interfering with my reading, I am capitalizing on this otherwise irritating situation to get around to this post.
As I mentioned a couple or so weeks ago, I took a silkscreening class during January to finish my Studio Art...
Something to read.
“Human grandeur,” said Pangloss, “is very dangerous, if we believe the testimonies of almost all philosophers; for we find Eglon, King of Moab, was assassinated by Aod; Absalom was hanged by the hair of his head, and run through with three darts; King Nadab, son of Jeroboam, was slain by Baaza; King Ela by Zimri; Okosias by Jehu; Athaliah by Jehoiada; the Kings Jehooiakim,...
January 2012
23 posts
Something to read.
He cut off the end of his cigar with a gold cutter he wore on one end of his watch-chain.
“I like a cigar to really draw,” said the count. “Half the cigars you smoke don’t draw.”
He lit the cigar, puffed at it, looking across the table at Brett. “And when you’re divorced, Lady Ashley, then you won’t have a title.”
“No. What a...
“It’s nothing an almond butter croissant and a good cappuccino can’t...”
Something sentimental. -- Megan
I have before written about my friend Megan. My dear, dear friend, Megan. This girl is such a doll, you wish you knew her except you don’t know how special she is. She repeatedly opens my eyes to the world, to good life habits, to nice cheese, and to the self that dwells within me. She helps me see things that I pretend I don’t, out of fear. She sends me postcards from anywhere she is...
Mending Wall.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I...
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“nos·tal·gia [no-stal-juh, -jee-uh, nuh-]
noun
a wistful desire to return...”
– dictionary.com