December 2009
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“The more written the more seems to remain to be written; and the night cometh.”
– Thomas Hardy
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Loreena McKennitt - “Full circle”
Stars were falling deep in the darkness as prayers rose softly, petals at dawn And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear so calmly you were calling your god
Somewhere the sun rose, o’er dunes in the desert such was the stillness, I ne’er felt before Was this the question, pulling, pulling, pulling you in your heart, in your soul, did...
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From Tactile Memories →
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WatchOne year for halloween, my sisters and I were Rainbow Warriors. I recently learned, thanks to my dear friend Amy, what I had been. From the photos of our outfits, I just thought I was “weather.” My bro-in-law, Trevor, alerted me to the EXPO ‘86 film explaining the costume.
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qué pasó
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we were moving through space
and time
espace
musique
being heroes
gyros
they say this is the stuff dreams are made of
as though the pieces rain down in cogent funnels
and straight into our palms, into our laughing mouths
the taste of being at that intersection
of seeing the four corners of the world meet and say hello
to have those strings dance across my...
“The Still Point of the Turning World
“The inner freedom from the practical...”
– from a Christmas card from Professor Szabo
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Top Twenty Songs, for Jeremy Hutcheson:
1. “White Wings” by Oystein Sevag
some days we all need to feel a little bit like we’re stuffed full of the things dreams are made of. this song is what dreams are made of.
2. “Heroes” by David Bowie and Philip Glass (Aphex Twins Remix)
all excellent musicians, crammed together in one good song, singing about making the...
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“Bibo no Aozora” by Ryuichi Sakamoto...
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last day
toes atop the veiny letters rippling across the top of lost lake
spelling out my name that only you and i have spoken aloud
the meadow full of mewing sheep with their coats unbuttoned
and their lips tingling with the burn of fresh rosehip tea
in the trees are whistling fairy trains and the raspy bees
coming home from a day of sawing pollen cups into pieces
there are deer wearing cufflinks in...
Angelica, by Lamb
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Watchone of my new favourite artists, Gabriel Orozco.
click here to read more about the process of drawing on bones.
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“ahâw”
– -Louise Bernice Halfe, Blue Marrow
[yes, folks, this means I am (almost) done]
[spaces] lives on →
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[music by Roisin Murphy
image via BrainEthics]
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“We are, bluntly speaking, addicted to others, and no amount of twelve-stepping...”
– Bill Readings, The University in Ruins
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gaiety drooped from our laughing fingers, interloped and suspended, conjoined by the promise of tomorrow.
we snuck into the womb of night, me, you, and him. down a lolling tongue, into the gully where fewer stars flicker, where mulch and mud became our bed, where gin passed from lip to lip, where we breathed in pine and exhaled blood – the violent, anxious pieces we’d stored and would release...
