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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

une journee d'hiver en france...





"The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life." - William Faulkner

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.
via his blog GleeFarm

Sunday, January 16, 2011

smoke

between perfection and error, there is life...

Friday, January 14, 2011

In honor of Rilke's friendship to Paula



Paula Modersohn-Becker

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

ruth stone- this is so inspiring