January 2012
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It’s empty in the valley of your heart The sun, it rises slowly as you walk Away from all the fears And all the faults you’ve left behind The harvest left no food for you to eat You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see But I have seen the same I know the shame in your defeat But I will hold on hope And I won’t let you choke On the noose around your neck And I’ll find strength...
December 2011
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“I am incapable of understanding your actions. You eat porridge one day and...”
– Deborah Wu (via slekes)
November 2011
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“this notion of personifying is a very important part of the discovery process; the capacity to imagine yourself as something else, or to imagine something that other people would find rather unusual or unacceptable…people who are creative will usually make those discoveries when they are doing…some kind of an activity that’s not overly physically taxing, but some kind of an activity where...
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How could it be that one day I will say goodbye to all of this and miss the lilac spring, the May times whistling on the wing, and the robin’s kiss? In the summertime, when days and evenings are in rhyme, you will not find me in the grove among the lilies in repose or weeding in the garden path where scented seedlings hold on fast. When autumn falls I’ll cast no shadow on the wall or...
They are deliberately impure on several accounts. He parades the weakness and mistakes of the medium, its blurs and double exposures, not to define a specfically photographic way of seeing but to picture what cannot be seen by eye or camera.
“How foolish of me to believe that it would be that easy. I had confused the appearances of trees and automobiles and people with reality itself, and believed that a photograph of these appearances to be a photograph of it. It is a melancholy truth that I will never be able to photograph it and can only fail. I am a reflection photographing other reflections within a reflection. To...
“It is no accident that you are reading this. I am making black marks on white paper. These marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected… For the length of these few sentences, we meet here. It is no accident that you are reading this. This moment has been waiting for you, I have been waiting for...
October 2011
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“Train Man can be read as a prime example of the ‘pure love’ (jun’ai) stories that were proliferating at the time and marketed toward both men and women. Pure-love stories have emerged as a distinct genre with its own defining conventions and tropes. In most cases, one or more of the characters falls in love for the first time, and the couple needs to overcome obstacles to...
Lust changes. Desire changes. The greatest of all desires being the desire to “be.” Sexual eroticism is at the service of that essentially because once one loses lust, one can live without sex, but once one loses the desire to live, to be, it’s over. Life is constantly expressing itself against all odds. Things grow through cracks. But eventually that instinct to survive goes when people get quite...
The sense of invention. I think photography by and large is an art, but it will be considered a minor art because as practised by most photographers it lacks the essential ingredient of all major art, total invention.
When a writer comes to a piece of empty paper, everything that goes on the paper he imagines. When a painter comes to an empty canvas, everything that he draws and paints on that...
September 2011
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“& how
thin is this
sensation of time…”
– Jorie Graham, from “The Violinist at the Window, 1918” (via senseofchampagnechic)
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August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
45 posts
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
– Anton Chekov (via myquotelibrary)
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