Overlap, start to merge
Some of them underneath
Maybe they appear
In graveyards
Maybe they fade away
Weathered and overgrown
Time has told
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Let us rejoice in the sun.
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Lover's Carving by: Bibio
4.11.2011
The End Never Was
Lovers' names, carved in walls
Overlap, start to merge
Some of them underneath
Maybe they appear
In graveyards
Maybe they fade away
Weathered and overgrown
Time has told
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Let us rejoice in the sun.
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Lover's Carving by: Bibio
Overlap, start to merge
Some of them underneath
Maybe they appear
In graveyards
Maybe they fade away
Weathered and overgrown
Time has told
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Let us rejoice in the sun.
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Lover's Carving by: Bibio
4.09.2011
The Last in the Bag
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
-Jack Kerouac
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My apologies if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It’s just that language isn’t perfect. It’s just, me.
-I Wrote This For You
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Birds of a Feather by: The Civil Wars
-Jack Kerouac
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My apologies if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It’s just that language isn’t perfect. It’s just, me.
-I Wrote This For You
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Birds of a Feather by: The Civil Wars
4.08.2011
I No Longer See Anything Else
There are those things that I have seen only very seldom, and that I have not always chosen to forget, or not to forget, as the case my be; there are those things that having looked at in vain I never dare to see, which are all the things I love (in their presence I no longer see anything else); there are those things that others have seen, and that by means of suggestion they are able or unable to make me see also; there are also things that I see differently from to other people, and those things that I begin to see and that are not visible. And that is not all.
-André Breton
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Riverside by: Agnes Obel
-André Breton
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Riverside by: Agnes Obel
4.04.2011
Maybe It Is Like That
Trying to know what to do is difficult
enough, let alone knowing what to do
anyway. I could take that at least two ways,
maybe more. For example, I could take a walk,
even a long walk and I would expect to walk
through the woods or a field or a park or downtown.
But what if I didn’t take a walk and instead just kept
the walk to myself, kept it here amidst all the indecision
about where to take that walk? I might pop open a Coke,
kick off my hiking boots, put on a smoking jacket
and pile up some Jane Austen and some Henry James,
just pile them up. And then maybe I’d talk with you
even though you are no longer here. It could be like that,
or maybe it is like that. And at night the sky would be full
of the same stars as the night before last. At least it seems that way.
-What Are You Supposed to Do Anyway? By: Jack Ridl
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stars & the moon
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The Violet Hour by: The Civil Wars
enough, let alone knowing what to do
anyway. I could take that at least two ways,
maybe more. For example, I could take a walk,
even a long walk and I would expect to walk
through the woods or a field or a park or downtown.
But what if I didn’t take a walk and instead just kept
the walk to myself, kept it here amidst all the indecision
about where to take that walk? I might pop open a Coke,
kick off my hiking boots, put on a smoking jacket
and pile up some Jane Austen and some Henry James,
just pile them up. And then maybe I’d talk with you
even though you are no longer here. It could be like that,
or maybe it is like that. And at night the sky would be full
of the same stars as the night before last. At least it seems that way.
-What Are You Supposed to Do Anyway? By: Jack Ridl
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stars & the moon
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The Violet Hour by: The Civil Wars
4.03.2011
It Might Have Looked Like That
'I wish at any cost to be alone,' said the statue with the eternal look. Wind, wind that cools my burning cheeks. And the terrible battle began.
-Giorgio de Chirico
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Love has a right to be spoken. And you have a right to know that somebody loves you. That somebody has loved you, and could love you. We all need to know that. Maybe it’s what we need most. So I wanted to tell you. And because I was afraid you thought I’d kept away from you because I didn’t love you, or care about you, you know. It might have looked like that. But it wasn’t that.
-A Fisherman of the Inland Sea by Ursula K. Le Guin
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What Ever Happened by: The Strokes
-Giorgio de Chirico
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Love has a right to be spoken. And you have a right to know that somebody loves you. That somebody has loved you, and could love you. We all need to know that. Maybe it’s what we need most. So I wanted to tell you. And because I was afraid you thought I’d kept away from you because I didn’t love you, or care about you, you know. It might have looked like that. But it wasn’t that.
-A Fisherman of the Inland Sea by Ursula K. Le Guin
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What Ever Happened by: The Strokes
4.01.2011
Rain Polishing the Pavement
In the noisy street catastrophe goes by. He had come there with his anguished look. Slowly he ate a cake so soft and sweet it seemed he was eating his heart. His eyes were very far apart
What do I hear? Thunder rumbles in the distance, and everything trembles in the crystal ceiling; it is a battle. Rain has polished the pavement: summer joy.
A curious tenderness invades my heart: oh man, man, I want to make you happy. And if someone attacks you I will defend you with a lion's courage and a tiger's cruelty. Where do you wish to go; speak. Now the thunder no longer rumbles. See how the sky is pure and the trees radiant.
The four walls of the room broke him and blinded him. His icy heart melted slowly: he was perishing of love. Humble slave, you are as tender as a slaughtered lamb. Your blood runs on your tender beard. Man, I will cover you if you are cold. Come up. Happiness will roll at your feet like a crystal ball. And all the constructions of your mind will praise you together. On that day, I too will commend you, seated in the center of the sun-filled square, near the stone warrior and the empty pool. And towards evening, when the lighthouse shadow is long on the jetty, when the banners snap, and the white sails are as hard and round as breasts swollen with love and desire, we will fall in each other's arms, and together weep.
-The Man with the Anguished Look by: Giorgio de Chirico
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Avril 14th by: Aphex Twin
Since it's April and all.
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What do I hear? Thunder rumbles in the distance, and everything trembles in the crystal ceiling; it is a battle. Rain has polished the pavement: summer joy.
A curious tenderness invades my heart: oh man, man, I want to make you happy. And if someone attacks you I will defend you with a lion's courage and a tiger's cruelty. Where do you wish to go; speak. Now the thunder no longer rumbles. See how the sky is pure and the trees radiant.
The four walls of the room broke him and blinded him. His icy heart melted slowly: he was perishing of love. Humble slave, you are as tender as a slaughtered lamb. Your blood runs on your tender beard. Man, I will cover you if you are cold. Come up. Happiness will roll at your feet like a crystal ball. And all the constructions of your mind will praise you together. On that day, I too will commend you, seated in the center of the sun-filled square, near the stone warrior and the empty pool. And towards evening, when the lighthouse shadow is long on the jetty, when the banners snap, and the white sails are as hard and round as breasts swollen with love and desire, we will fall in each other's arms, and together weep.
-The Man with the Anguished Look by: Giorgio de Chirico
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Avril 14th by: Aphex Twin
Since it's April and all.
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3.18.2011
Details
In most people’s vocabularies, design means veneer. It’s interior decorating. It’s the fabric of the curtains of the sofa. But to me, nothing could be further from the meaning of design. Design is the fundamental soul of a human-made creation that ends up expressing itself in successive outer layers of the product or service.
-Steve Jobs
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the details in the vases
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I'm in Washington D.C. with the mother, and it's such a beautiful city to reflect upon the design of things. I love the chairs, wallpaper choices, even down to the spoons that the Fairmont has chosen. It's beautiful and holds everything I love about design. The combination of things ordinary to create extraordinary rooms, clothes, etc. Even the city itself is a combination of ancient and modern design. Constantly changing. It's all about noticing the small things, the details.
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the siding on the house combined with the coloring of the house and the roof
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All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable, which makes you see something you weren't noticing, which makes you see something that isn't even visible.
-Leo Strauss
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the way the light comes through the trees
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I'd suggest listening to:
-Barton Hallow by: The Civil Wars
-I Walked by: Sufjan Stevens
-Keen on Boys by: The Radio Dept.
It'll do you well in the scheme of things.
-Steve Jobs
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the details in the vases
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I'm in Washington D.C. with the mother, and it's such a beautiful city to reflect upon the design of things. I love the chairs, wallpaper choices, even down to the spoons that the Fairmont has chosen. It's beautiful and holds everything I love about design. The combination of things ordinary to create extraordinary rooms, clothes, etc. Even the city itself is a combination of ancient and modern design. Constantly changing. It's all about noticing the small things, the details.
...
the siding on the house combined with the coloring of the house and the roof
...
All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable, which makes you see something you weren't noticing, which makes you see something that isn't even visible.
-Leo Strauss
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the way the light comes through the trees
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I'd suggest listening to:
-Barton Hallow by: The Civil Wars
-I Walked by: Sufjan Stevens
-Keen on Boys by: The Radio Dept.
It'll do you well in the scheme of things.
3.06.2011
Secret Passions
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.
-Oscar Wilde
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I went to Chicago yesterday. I like it there. It's not too big, but it's not small. I like that everyone is going somewhere to do something of slight importance. I really like the art museum. It's nice there. I love art. I mean, that's probably pretty obvious if you either: know me, read this, or both. I love everything about art.
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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
-Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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-Oscar Wilde
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I went to Chicago yesterday. I like it there. It's not too big, but it's not small. I like that everyone is going somewhere to do something of slight importance. I really like the art museum. It's nice there. I love art. I mean, that's probably pretty obvious if you either: know me, read this, or both. I love everything about art.
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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
-Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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