February 2012
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Chaos and creativity
“I was in a taxi the other night, and we started talking about life and the taxi driver goes, ‘Chaos and creativity go together. If you lose one per cent of your chaos, you lose your creativity.’ I said that’s the most brilliant thing I’ve heard. I needed to hear that years ago.”
— Woody Harrelson, Guardian interview
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Poem: Dreaming at the ballet
The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anything it’s true.
And the skin is beautifully cared for.
But they have no sense of it. They are
all manner and amazing technique.
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excesses, of you panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
— Jack Gilbert
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Inverness - Nubes
El mar sabe a sal y no podrás tragarla jamás el cielo tiene nubes y no podrás tocarlas jamás No bastan las constelaciones que giran sobre mi al fin no lances piedras al gobierno y no hables del infierno aquí Las luces se enredan a lo lejos, se encienden en invierno, libélulas se incendian los reinos en el cielo, se queman hasta el suelo, por fin No creo en ángeles guardianes ni en dioses...
January 2012
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Poem: Back From Vacation
“Back from vacation”, the barber announces,
or the postman, or the girl at the drugstore, now tan.
They are amazed to find the workaday world
still in place, their absence having slipped no cogs,
their customers having hardly missed them, and
there being so sparse an audience to tell of the wonders,
the pyramids they have seen, the silken warm seas,
the nighttimes of...
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Remansos (Backwaters)
Cipres (Agua estancada.) Chopo (Agua cristalina.) Mimbre (Agua profunda.) Corazon (Agua de pupila.) Remansillo Me mire en tus ojos pensando en tu alma Adelfa blanca Me mire en tus ojos pensando en tu boca Adelfa roja Me mire en tus ojos pero estabas muerta Adelfa negra
- Federico Garcia Lorca
—— Cypress (Stagnant water.) Poplar (Crystal Water.) Willow (Deep water.) Heart...
December 2011
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Poem: Waiting
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not...
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A fashion designer on art
“When you look at art, it’s perhaps an unconscious criticism of the world we’re living in, comparing a world that doesn’t exist with ours. Great art is always about asking yourself if things could be better.”
— Vivienne Westwood
October 2011
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It’s moments like this that I miss england.
September 2011
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"Each man kills the thing he loves"
(from CL)
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At David’s Grave
for B. and H.F. Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts— he’s here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves.
—...
August 2011
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Cuánto vive el hombre, por fin? Vive mil días o uno solo? Una semana o varios siglos? Por cuánto tiempo muere el hombre? Qué quiere decir “Para Siempre”? Preocupado por este asunto me dediqué a aclarar las cosas.
Busqué a los sabios sacerdotes, los esperé después del rito, los aceché cuando salían a visitar a Dios y al Diablo. Se aburrieron con mis preguntas. Ellos tampoco...
July 2011
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Marbled betta
I still can’t figure out what would possess anyone to sell anything as beautiful as this for a mere $2, but you can be sure that the fish shop didn’t have much time to regret its decision.
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May 2011
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On Health and Human Rights (Paul Farmer,...
“As the Haitians say,”Laws are made of paper; bayonets are made of steel.” Law alone is not up to the task of relieving such immense suffering. Louis Henkin has reminded us that international law is fundamentally a set of rules and norms designed to protect the interests of states, not their citizens. “Until recently,” he observed in 1989, “international law...
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Poem: In Praise of Self-Deprecation
The buzzard has nothing to fault himself with. Scruples are alien to the black panther. Piranhas do not doubt the rightness of their actions. The rattlesnake approves of himself without reservations.
The self-critical jackal does not exist. The locust, alligator, trichina, horsefly live as they live and are glad of it.
The killer whale’s heart weighs one hundred kilos but in other...
‘But on the train ride from the airport to my hometown, a route that ran through an overdeveloped landscape strewn with tidy cities crisscrossed by sparkling-clean rain-washed streets of well-tended houses with well-tended gardens and fences, I became painfully aware of how false a world it was, yet how much a part of it I was, so much so that I could never leave it. It was simply out of the...
April 2011
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“I didn’t compose Chan Chan, I dreamed it. I dream the music. I sometimes...”
– — Compay Segundo
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Ask Hadley
Apart from making a few individuals and companies obscenely rich, what purpose does fashion serve?
Pete, by email
Gosh, I don’t know, Pete. Maybe you could tell me what purpose sport serves other than making the very few obscenely rich and the masses fat and lazy from sitting all day watching pointless matches on TV? And I’ve always wondered, what’s the point of the film...
March 2011
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October 2010
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mango tart
shuffleshisfeet:
almond tart base, pastry cream, mango slices
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too gorgeous.
August 2010
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July 2010
4 posts
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La Calle - Juan Luis Guerra feat. Juanes
Tú me...
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June 2010
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falling out
‘—-she thought of the two of them together, of their fight over Christmas; it was ugly, and how badly it contrasted with the past. She remembered her face in his neck, arms and legs over and under, bellies, fingers, here then there, so much so that at times she kissed him and found instead that she’d kissed herself.’
Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss (p. 194)
There's a hole there
You can take my heart keep it or throw it away but pray don’t break it
From The Annotated Budak
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“‘… This time round I’m trying so hard to keep my game face on,...”
– Daniel Vosovic, Project Runway Allstar Challenge
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shuffleshisfeet asked: ARE YOU WHO I THINK YOU ARE?
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats
i’m not sure where i’m headed, but i hope to cartograph the journey here.