macarthur fellow and one of my personal favorite living authors mr. george saunders reminds us (in an animated trailer by tim bierbaum) that the greatest gift we can give is to be kind. it is all too often that human beings forget this; kindness is the brilliance that transcends time. by sv
for the inaugural day of national poetry month, here’s the view of scotsman edwin morgan. i too love hank’s string vest, and simply detest gooseberries. by sv
the shortest story ever told? maybe the most meaningful? i’ve read some discrepancies about hemingway’s origination of the quote, but no matter who wrote it, this is some consummate flash fiction. by sv
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws one voice out of two seperate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
some beautiful words from rainer maria rilke on this friday; to lighten and enlighten. by sv
oh henry, how i love you so. i love his insistence on humanization, perhaps it can cure the masses. 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
two legs good, four legs bad. still from porcile by the incomparable pier paolo pasolini. by sv
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
david lynch’s opinions on the upcoming 2012 election, as only david lynch could declare. by sv
the nobel peace prize. it seems odd to me that a ‘prize’ is necessary at all, in other words, isn’t the mere notion of giving and encouraging peace rewarding enough? well, i suppose that’s besides the point, and SOMEtimes humans can be outstanding, but those individuals are few and far between. (gandhi never got one did he? and obama did, albeit prematurely…) anyway, this years’ nobel peace prize has been awarded to the european union, “for over six decades contributed to the advancement of peace and reconciliation, democracy and human rights in Europe”. although, the last time i checked, the union has only been the union since mitterand and kohl established it as so in 1993. doesn’t quite add up to sixty years, but we get the point, we are talking about the origins in the ECSC and the EEC which is completely legitimate i suppose. i am truly trying to play devil’s advocate here; if you think about it, the EU has come light years from where they were decades ago. tumultuous wars, disintegrating world powers, ego fights of the most treacherous and monumental kind…and here we are. sure, there are still some serious economic difficulties and peril, but as much as it pains me to say, those things are often inevitable, especially in a world like ours. citizens in athens are up in arms about this award, where germans are happy and feel as if their work and struggle has paid off in a way. but now the $1.2 million dollar question—where is the check going to go, and who is it going to be awarded to come this december in oslo? this is when we will truly see the demonstrative nature of peace. by sv
“the year i turned ninety, i wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin.” – gabriel garcía márquez. by cp
worth a stop by… clic gallery 255 center street opening night for the publication of mourning diary translation by richard howard, october 19, 2010, RSVP is required. by dd
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