that’s all it took, i placed the sea scape above my bed and the rest came to me like the dust in the morning rays. “you did not kill the fish only… to sell for food… you killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. you loved him when he was alive and you loved him after…”
yes it’s true. from the old man and the sea – ernest hemingway by uh
frank o’hara reading perhaps his most famous work. reinstating the importance of moments, just sharing a soda, a smile, etc. always helps to hear it from the poet’s mouth too. by sv
Desert flower, flowers from the garland of our houses where families bicker in the open air, you browse on the stones of the day, simple, while field and sky like sky and sea appear all around. Rustic desert flower, no evening streaming with lights. No shepherds drenched by dew, slender fire of the hedges. No marsh-marigold, bilberry, swamp-violet or Florentine iris, or gentian, no angelica, no Parnassian grass or marsh-myrtle. You’re Pieruti, Zuan and tall Bepi with his walking-sticks of bone, slim at the helm of his wagon, pasture flower. You become hay. Burn, burn, sun of my town, little desert flower. The years pass over you, and so do I, with the shadow of the acacia tree, with the sunflower, on this quiet day.
a visionary on many fronts, the stunning words of mr. pier paolo pasolini. by sv
a little digression here…i was thinking, now that telling the truth by a reporter gets you a couch in the embassy of ecuador (julian assange) and also now that telling the truth gets you life in prison (bradley manning) how will we ever hear about the naughty business of such business? i guess we won’t? ok, now go back out and play. by dd
want to talk about fashion week dd? the best piece of the season is this article by suzy menkes in the new york times. fashion circus, blogger craze and this kind of thing…
“We were once described as “black crows” — us fashion folk gathered outside an abandoned, crumbling downtown building in a uniform of Comme des Garçons or Yohji Yamamoto. “Whose funeral is it?” passers-by would whisper with a mix of hushed caring and ghoulish inquiry, as we lined up for the hip, underground presentations back in the 1990s.
Today, the people outside fashion shows are more like peacocks than crows. They pose and preen, in their multipatterned dresses, spidery legs balanced on club-sandwich platform shoes, or in thigh-high boots under sculptured coats blooming with flat flowers.
There is likely to be a public stir when a group of young Japanese women spot their idol on parade: the Italian clothes peg Anna Dello Russo. Tall, slim, with a toned and tanned body, the designer and fashion editor is a walking display for designer goods: The wider the belt, the shorter and puffier the skirt, the more outré the shoes, the better. The crowd around her tweets madly: Who is she wearing? Has she changed her outfit since the last show? When will she wear her own H&M collection? Who gave her those mile-high shoes?!…” more here
by pp.
when i was young i met a lovely girl and i had the longest crush on her. i was a bit passive and would quietly observe and she took me for the longest ride. i mean i’d see her and wed go out all night but she would never let out. we even slept in the same bed and said good night and still nothing went further. i knew her for over 10 years when i finally came to terms with the fact that she was simply not interested in me. i swallowed it like a big boy but just when i settled on that thought she turned around. but by then i was locked up in the house of love. it was a total fairy tale and i must say she looks like a fairy tale looking back at this. by xy
marcel proust as photographed by emmanuel radnitzky also known to friends and family as man ray. as far as i know marcel was simply sick in bed…. as usual and pre dead years. long-live his long novels. by dd
completely brilliant but partially insane poet anne sexton was a master of language, and quite the absolute beauty. her birthday being last week, i have had her on the mind, and the struggles she went through as a mother, writer and human being. sexton attempted several times, and finally took her own life; however, before that tragedy she left behind a remarkable world of honesty. embracing topics that very few had sought out before her, sexton was undoubtedly a paragon of sorts. a few lines from her poem, as it was written:
All in all, I’d say,
the world is strangling.
And I, in my bed each night,
listen to my twenty shoes
converse about it.
And the moon,
under its dark hood,
falls out of the sky each night,
with its hungry red mouth
to suck at my scars.
by sv
more to come on this in the future
“we’ve all used ATMs, and most everyone has something such as an iPod. now, have you ever, anytime, anywhere, had one of these electronic devices switch data input on you?” asks selwyn duke of american thinking in a recent article. “so how is it that in our high-tech universe of flawlessly functioning electronic gadgets, voting machines are the only ones prone to human-like ‘error’? if there’s an explanation other than human meddling, again, i’d truly like to hear it.”
wow. and i thought voter fraud was exclusive to countries like russia, pakistan and iran, i guess not anymore! here’s what the guy who posted this video wrote:
“i initially selected obama but romney was highlighted. i assumed it was being picky so i deselected romney and tried obama again, this time more carefully, and still got romney. being a software developer, i immediately went into troubleshoot mode. i first thought the calibration was off and tried selecting jill stein to actually highlight obama. nope. jill stein was selected just fine. next i deselected her and started at the top of romney’s name and started tapping very closely together to find the ‘active areas’. from the top of romney’s button down to the bottom of the black checkbox beside obama’s name was all active for romney. from the bottom of that same checkbox to the bottom of the obama button (basically a small white sliver) is what let me choose obama. stein’s button was fine. all other buttons worked fine.
i asked the voters on either side of me if they had any problems and they reported they did not. i then called over a volunteer to have a look at it. she him hawed for a bit then calmly said “it’s nothing to worry about, everything will be ok.” and went back to what she was doing. i then recorded this video.
there is a lot of speculation that the footage is edited. i’m not a video guy, but if it’s possible to prove whether a video has been altered or not, i will GLADLY provide the raw footage to anyone who is willing to do so. the jumping frames are a result of the shitty camera app on my android phone, nothing more.” original post. by ts
i don’t care much for, or adhere to tradition in any form…but today is halloween after all, so here is a tiny informative guide to decipher the attributes and differences between ghosts, goblins and ghouls.
GHOSTS, in case you didn’t already know, are considered to be the souls of the dead, often appearing in a seemingly imperceptible fashion. you know, those white sheets and all. any red blood cell lacking hemoglobin is also referred to as a ghost, further enforcing the idea of pigmentation lacking.
GOBLINS are typically nightmarish who at times have the ability to adopt human forms and assault or “trick” people into thinking they are otherwise. the word goblin is derived from the german word kobold, which is a mischievous and naughty household spirit. the spirit can either be helpful and amuse children, or hide food around the house and throw temper tantrums when he is not attended to. sounds like every pet/significant other i’ve ever had. hmm.
lastly, GHOULS are the most dastardly of them all. the world ghoul stems from the arabic ghul which comes from ghala meaning, “he seized”. ghouls have been known to eat both stolen corpses and children. YUM! by sv
“you don’t own me”…. monogamy is for narcissists after all. by xy+kl
“love has little to do with sex, and sex has nothing to do with love”
i think the discussion today warrants such a post. “monogamy is for narcissists”. these were the wise words of james brown… not the god-father of soul, lord bless his sex machine, but actually a good friend of mine who aint’ funky nor black. i didn’t need to research to conclude my philosophy on this which is basically that the taboo of sex is not only as absurd as god itself, like god its purely man-made. it serves to mask what we call “jealousy” and insecurity, both of which are unfortunate bodily-functions, that should at best be kept in the privacy of a bathroom. “the taboo of sex”s most useful function to date has been to sell us everything from lipstick, to clothes, to cars, to bras, to drinks, botox and cigarettes. almost every product has been marketed at one point or another with the promise of what should otherwise be prevalent, like the air we breath. but for all you obedient folks that will not dare question this, here’s a bit of research:
excerpts – “… today couples are led to believe that waning sexual passion, in enduring marriages, or sexual interest in anyone but their partner, portend a failed relationship, when in reality these things often signify nothing more than that we are simply humans or homo sapiens. our ancestors evolved in small-scale, highly egalitarian foraging groups that shared almost everything. anthropologists have demonstrated time and again that immediate-return hunter-gatherer societies are nearly universal in their so-called “fierce egalitarianism.” sharing is not just encouraged; it’s mandatory. most foragers divide and distribute food equitably, breast-feed one another’s babies, have little or no privacy from one another, and depend upon each other every day for survival. monogamy is simply un-natural to our being, and while we can choose what we wish, just as we can choose to be vegans, we can decide to lead sexually monogamous lives. but couples would be wise to remember that just because you’ve chosen to be vegan, it’s utterly natural to yearn for an occasional bacon cheeseburger.” – christopher ryan by xy
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