Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
froggy went a courtin'
Thursday, October 23, 2008
thurs.oct. 23 12:56pm
i am full with cornflakes and darjeeling tea and cold, except for warm socks and the warm of my laptop on my laptop
I want a brisk walk with chance meetings between me and happy dogs
and eye contact and geniune smiles with strangers
and a bath and an unfinished book and more tea
and to charm animals and children
old brown cowboy boots
tra la!
I want a brisk walk with chance meetings between me and happy dogs
and eye contact and geniune smiles with strangers
and a bath and an unfinished book and more tea
and to charm animals and children
old brown cowboy boots
tra la!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before--"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
-May Sarton
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before--"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
-May Sarton
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Margaret Kilgallen and Barry McGee
both these artists inspire me a bunch. McGee and Kilgallen were husband and wife and artistic collaborators until, tragically, Kilgallen died of complications from breast cancer in 2001..Her work lives on, in galleries, books and on the streets of Sanfransisco. McGee continues to make incredible street art and show in Galleries all over the world.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sister Corita Kent
Sister Corita Kent was a wonderfully awesome artist and nun! now go read more! http://www.corita.org
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
first aid kit in the forest!
first aid kit covering Fleet Foxes' Tiger Mountain Peasant Song. lovely
oh hullo!
IM in best of moods. I am seeing my family on friday(in which I will steal lots of house items for my new apartment) and my mom has some sweet old navajo rugs I can permanently borrow and i get to kiss kiss kiss my nephews till they get disgusted and see my best friends!
OH and I love my new neighborhood and the cold air is perfect for cute jackets and makes you remember how awesome summer was and makes you glad its not winter yet.
and Im re-reading stig of the dump, this british kids book about a cave man that was never exposed to the modern world and lives in a dump in the English countryside and a boy discovers him and they become fast friends for the summer and have adventures. its great.
Friday, October 3, 2008
it is getting colder and windier and fallish..Im trying not to think about winter coming and trying to enjoy the red leaves and cold air and warm coziness from being inside..I am moving on sunday into a basement(!) apartment. I am worried about my new hobbit inspired living quarters but EXCITED! for decoration possibilities and being so close to some favorite haunts. If anyone has really awesome vintage couches that they are totally bored of looking at and want to make some good karma for christmas, send them my way. Im willing to be a charity case for exceptional times like these.
GET HATS KEEP WARM ONE LOVE
GET HATS KEEP WARM ONE LOVE
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