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Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Agnès Varda
It has been a while since I felt so moved by a documentary... but watching Agnes Varda's dreamy recount of her life in film ("la pointe courte", "vagabond", "cleo de 5-7") and her long marriage to Jacques Demy left me in tears and inspired.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
bonne nuit
"But familiar night slips in between again, and yet again, upon the road of our passion, each day has it's goal: a green twilight, a murmuring spring, a grove awaits us, where soft moss consoles our feet, our brows are cooled with blissful airs of home and peace; and with arms outstretched, head dropping backward, with opening lips, with eyes grown blessedly dim, we enter within its priceless shades. Sleep, Sweet Sleep- Thomas Mann
Monday, January 17, 2011
Todd Colby for today.... just sublime!
EVERYTHING
You can't have it unless you give it all back
and you will have to give it back someday,
just not right now. I'll take credit for that
and I'll give it back on a blue Saturday
when things shift just a bit and the weather
makes you remember we're all barreling through
the months, banging into June one moment
and December the next. But I digress. In fact, I only
ever digress. My disasters in love are well
documented but I still get up every morning,
wash my face, and feel closer to something
like a final note in a fucked up symphony. But
that's making more of silence than the ears
can bear the sound of your own feet which
are always and only your own (you live alone).
We get born into the world and perhaps even
come to some vague realization or understanding just in time
for it all to wind down. That's the joke:
you just need to forgive a lot and walk out
into the ocean until you're knee deep in
the churning froth. There you'll find it:
your feet cold, heart racing, nowhere to go but further out,
nothing left to let go of but everything.
just not right now. I'll take credit for that
and I'll give it back on a blue Saturday
when things shift just a bit and the weather
makes you remember we're all barreling through
the months, banging into June one moment
and December the next. But I digress. In fact, I only
ever digress. My disasters in love are well
documented but I still get up every morning,
wash my face, and feel closer to something
like a final note in a fucked up symphony. But
that's making more of silence than the ears
can bear the sound of your own feet which
are always and only your own (you live alone).
We get born into the world and perhaps even
come to some vague realization or understanding just in time
for it all to wind down. That's the joke:
you just need to forgive a lot and walk out
into the ocean until you're knee deep in
the churning froth. There you'll find it:
your feet cold, heart racing, nowhere to go but further out,
nothing left to let go of but everything.
via his blog GleeFarm
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
In honor of Rilke's friendship to Paula
Self-Portrait on Her Fifth Wedding Anniversary, 1906
Oil on canvas
39 3/4" x 27 1/2" (101 x 69.9 cm)
The Boettcherstrasse Museum, Bremen
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