February 2011
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“We won’t live our lives like our parents lived them.”
– Egyptian youth protestors
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1) click play.
2) move your mouse over the video.
3) be entertained.
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you
________
Sit still
until you know why you’re standing
so tall and often
with nowhere to walk
_______
This is for me
to remember how lost I am
to walk at night for lovers
instead of in the morning,
laying
two
together
and building
one small thing
that can be hidden
so that none can see it
but those that are able to feel it
_______
Behind the pointless hope
and...
“i have look at all you are pictures ha we are got similar tastes”
– oh god
“Sugar Bush Squirrel’s warning to Kim Jong-il of North Korea July 4th was...”
– Thanks for keeping us safe SugarBushSquirrel
Existential Depression in Gifted Individuals
tamburina:
It has been my experience that gifted and talented persons are more likely to experience a type of depression referred to as existential depression. Although an episode of existential depression may be precipitated in anyone by a major loss or the threat of a loss which highlights the transient nature of life, persons of higher intellectual ability are more prone to experience...
Time in Motion →
Consider for some moments that a picture never does, and can never represent a moment in time. Cameras are capable of recording incredibly small durations of time, but the fractions of speed are themselves composed of an infinitely divisible span of individual moments.
And yet the photograph is singular; a summation of all that time, and all that occurred within it. And just as high speed...
Shots of Liberation
In portraiture, the camera has the neat ability to express those emotions that cannot otherwise be said. With all of man’s records of himself, the capture of expression in one another is invaluable, and the act itself is liberating.
The range of emotion one may find after a day of shooting one another’s light captures essential elements of what it is to be human. The virtue of candid...
Whippoorwills dirigibles daguerreotypes →
The whippoorwill called and he answered. First he shook. One look of shock. And then a cry.The hills rose and climbed higher than the sun around him, in the Rose Valley. The trees shook, too.
Frostbitten young sapling, long and tapered, whipped from behind, after the long cold december wind, and lost their crowns. In a quick storm of swords, the crooked tops had splayed into the tall grass....
Ghostly Light →
As the lamplight shakes and stutters to my unfocused eye,
Is the light the fills the realm of the real.
As I gaze into my thumbprint, you, beyond me, are truly a blur.
As sparks live in a hammer’s sheen,
Ghostly Light lives in me.
As lightspill in my window
Pane, fill me.
October 8, 2010 at 7:28am
The turning →
The fire heated him, and he wept. Stretched long like wind. The constant starts slowly, like a grin.Here it goes
A breath
A lung
And it burns him now, a whipping tongue
What light?
is it that byplays sight
mind’s eyes are just a bit too bright.
Catch the constant shiting tilted shifting tilted- in tails of twisting lines They’re nothing more than lies
that spark that blinded...
The turning →
The fire heated him, and he wept. Stretched long like wind. The constant starts slowly, like a grin.Here it goes
A breath
A lung
And it burns him now, a whipping tongue
What light?
is it that byplays sight
mind’s eyes are just a bit too bright.
Catch the constant shiting tilted shifting tilted- in tails of twisting lines They’re nothing more than lies
that spark that blinded...
3 →
“Congratulations, you’ve discovered the right way to go!” It was printed on the sign with a spasmatic series of strokes, thin lines of every color that were luminescent wherever they overlapped. The sign had been plunged, at some point in this history, into the translucent pink. It stood in between a fork in the pale tubes that he was swimming through. Upon his seeing the...
3 →
“Congratulations, you’ve discovered the right way to go!” It was printed on the sign with a spasmatic series of strokes, thin lines of every color that were luminescent wherever they overlapped. The sign had been plunged, at some point in this history, into the translucent pink. It stood in between a fork in the pale tubes that he was swimming through. Upon his seeing the...
Fire, Ache →
The fireflies filled the mouth of the river Like this cup fills my lips There’s comfort in the hopeless. There’s peace in this prayer; “Finally, I’m choice-less, finally, I’m bare.”
mistaking what I feel for the hearth behind your stare it’s getting cold out here.
Walking alone, I leave things behind Like history. Wordless mystery. Written Tuesday,...
2 →
“I was told to inform you” “…yes?” “That’s all.” She laughed at his face, her eyes grinded forward beyond the widening plane of her mouth. The sharp dryness of her mouth detached from her folding face, and for a moment she didn’t know if she was the tingle of her tongue against the back of her teeth or somewhere within the cartoon candle wax of...
A story →
He was dead. “Well that settles it”, he thought. But he didn’t think it, for he had no brain with which to think. “Perhaps it hasn’t even begun to be settled.” He spoke. He didn’t really speak. “Certainly not”, she answered. And the dark nothing glittered without light. Written on Wednesday, May 5, 2010 at 12:25am
summer left, fall leaves →
summer left and fall leaves the softer shudder of the trees bring life to dark and light in me. a branch that’s breached cannot retrieve the harmony it once bereaved. I’d tell you that it’s this i need if i believed, i could believe. in sight i’ve seen a place for me. insight into the common tree; in it’s stead a pageantry of haunted chaos, and randomly the pagan tree spoke out to me. what it said...
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