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Thursday, September 29, 2011

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Friday, September 9, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Thursday, February 24, 2011

beautiful paper art by Janna Syvanoja

Just came across this beautiful work by Finnish artist Janna Syvanoja.
See her work HERE.


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

a quote from Henry Miller

(From Paulo Coelho's blog)

Example moves the world more than doctrine. Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines – these are of trifling import. One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything. The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

Henry Valentine Miller (26 December 1891 – 7 June 1980) was an American novelist and painter. He was known for breaking with existing literary forms and developing a new sort of ‘novel’ that is a mixture of novel, autobiography, social criticism, philosophical reflection, surrealist free association, and mysticism. For the author of this blog, he is one of the best writers of the XX Century

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

diamanda

found this on Diane Pernet's blog... so great.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Monday, August 10, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

more white

idioteque




Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
You haven't seen enough
You haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children



Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw them in the fire
Throw them in the fire
Throw them in the

We're not scare mongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scare mongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles quirking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money

Here I'm allowed (background: and first and the children x6)
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

deaf and lost are the children (repeated)

Monday, July 27, 2009

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

the most insane sky ever

Friday 26 June 2009, about 20:30, Long Island City

so surreal, you can't make this stuff up...

little bird ::: ptica

yesterday morning we went for a walk on Franklin Avenue here in Greenpoint and came home with a little bird. We don't know what kind he is, but he's a baby with fluffy brown feathers. We found him, lost and scared, bouncing around on the sidewalk and we could hear his mother in their nest on a window sill three stories above us. There was no way to reunite them, so we took him home.

A few of his friends visited our backyard yesterday afternoon, and they were chirping back and forth.

We've been feeding him a mixture of rice cereal and corn meal through a syringe, and even after just one day, he seems to be getting stronger. Maybe soon he'll be able to fly away...