January 2012
15 posts
(love poem)
六一七七三五
There is one things on my to do list that I find impossibly hard to do. The day is slowly running out. I am waiting, active or not, time is passing A shiver comes every once in a while, from cold and nervousness but Stan Getz plays on, vivo sonhando, sonhando mil horas sem fim, tempo em que vou preguntando se gostas de mim. he doesn’t notice the butterflies.
P
37:4 teach me to delight,
instead
of notes of love of-often, instead just notes tossed into the sea north, not still or atlantic not the yangtze- or red, or indian, or baltic misaim, or misfire, or miss or hallucinate- toss with practiced carelessness like old ladies throwing sugar cubes into their early morning earl grey tea.
lovely providence, i'm excited to go back to RISD!
kehuey:
it’s a lazy, beautiful kind of day.
Does anybody think up absurdly sad places better...
The next morning, however, the train does not stop at the station. He watches it pass by without slowing down. The afternoon train does the same. He can see the engineer seated at the controls. But the train shows no sign of stopping. It is as though no one can see the young man waiting for a train—or even see the station itself. Once the afternoon train disappears down the track, the place grows...
Unconditional love is really wild. It almost...
In that case, says john cage
When I first went to Paris, I did so instead of returning to Pomona
College for my Junior year. Looking around, it was Gothic architecture
that impressed me most. And of that architecture I preferred the flambuoyant
style of the fifteenth century. In this style my interest was attracted by balustrates.
These I studied for six weeks in the Bibliotheque
Mazarin, getting to the library when the...
Master of Procras-....
It’s 1:34 AM and I have many undone things on my to-do list. Instead of doing those things, I am looking up how much a beer costs in a generic bar in NY or RI. I couldn’t find it. Does anyone know?
Touch and go, life’s a beach.
the new year
The new year came soundlessly welcomed in hazy slumber the plains in your country are the ones I prefer over another two or three I have seen her familiar flat silhouette underneath the clouds (x3) underneath the blue sky altostratus, nimbostratus, stratus -atus, at-us, at us us I am reading about love and thinking about poems I could write to who
December 2011
18 posts
a brief hiatus from waiting
I was wrong about the wavelengths. we are quite possibly on the exact same one, but perfect alignment is actually no alignment at all the same song from two different players have difficulties noticing each other, and do not make a harmony
Watch
surprise me surprise me do it do it do it! i’m waiting. —
good bye sentimentality. today i’ve presented my last sentimental project. from now on, I want to make work that is limitless and open and fun. no more being tied down to memories unless there is damn good reason. hold me accountable.
fin.
I wasn’t trying to be delicate I was trying to subversive. You were not looking hard enough, you didn’t have enough time.
I must remember to have fun. In everything in life. ESPECIALLY in a class called PLAYlab. If not there, then where ?!
still in the midst of finals: The state of...
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind...
like dutch trees and dutch people
I am drawing and redrawing the shape of the netherlands until I know its curves better than I know that of my own country, both of which I know better than that of my mother country. I am twice removed. I wonder if I am the one being insincere. I want to be sturdy like Dutch trees and Dutch people.
—
I went to a museum and there were some postcards on a coffeetable. There was jazz playing...
chronic intuitive failures
The fourth time she looked up he was at the door again. This time she gazed hard at him, until he felt it, and said What? with confused eyebrow movements and a hint of scrunch between the brows. She didn’t expect the scrunch. I was trying to send your a message with my mind, she said. The scrunch deepened like autumn deepens, inevitably, and he let out one breath of a laugh. What were you...
they say failure is good, but I'm really not...
UI = OU
Of course when you begin to learn a language, the first thing to learn is how to pronounce the alphabet. To this day, I still do not know how to pronounce all of the Dutch alphabet. I’m not really trying to learn, but in the time here so far, I pick up some things like how the letters UI is pronounced OU. So huis sounds like house, and spui sounds like spou. OO sounds like OE so hoop sounds...
I'm losing my mind
je veux te toir
The weather, Maybe the Dutch are used to the winds here, but I don’t think they are. It gets so windy that everything is blown over, trees shakes, and I bike at a 50% slower rate. It’s kind of cool though, if you are inside, because it feels like a hurricane every time it gets windy, which is not so uncommon. Granted I’m not from the south or other places in America that...
http://www.bigassmessage.com/4cc69
part of my native costume last night
too bad i was too drunk to function. shame shame. i hadn’t drank shots in so long i forget about their slow release times, but alas when they release they release..
ode to vrijdag
you always stress me out, i throw my plates in the trash put my empty glasses in the fridge you bring with you small victories if not, then small losses, all small wars you make me question my entire existence
i need…bigger things to focus on
we have these cameras in our school that are...
http://www.kabk.nl/kabkTV/ It’s pretty great. I was checking them out because there’s going to be a huge party tomorrow and the room in which it’ll take place is all top-secret with the windows and doors covered from the inside. I suddenly remembered that I’ve seen cameras in there before! And alas, I tuned in.
The one in the gallery is the party room, notice the big...
November 2011
22 posts
read over someone's shoulder today, and maybe... →
(its a link, click it click it!)
I wonder,
What are some things one could do to alleviate sensitivity and drama queen-like though processes?
On Sunday Nov 27, 2011
(Sitting in my room after having taken some notes in my notebook from a book about the Fluxus Experience)
my heart beats at 74 beats per minute. What about you?
Realistic things are over there, and I'm over...
As I sat in his room, I could smell his freshly laundered clothes all around me, some of which even hung drying from a ceiling light about my head. I said it was like air freshener. He said that he was used to it by now, and couldn’t smell it anymore. Then he mentioned that someone, he didn’t know who, had borrowed his vacuum to vacuum up some roses, and now every time he vacuums,...
Dear illustrator CS-4,
You are being a big pussy. I’ve had to shut you down five times today. WHY CAN’T YOU HANDLE THIS?! DON’T BREAK DOWN!! Is it my fault? I even restarted the computer. Please Please hold yourself together.
peaceful wordprocessor for a busy generation
I just downloaded a “writing tool” call OmmWriter It’s free and pretty cool.
het is mistig
The last time I saw fog like this in such magnificent darkness was in Michigan, running too fast down the largest and only sand dune I had ever seen. Two years and some sand dunes later, I find myself biking towards a lighthouse that I couldn’t see, with only a borrowed bike light because we’d left all the lampposts behind. I hope this memory doesn’t expire.
One point for me, hear hear ‘gainst fear Hesitation aside, Ipaneman beside It’s more fun to see only so far In this fog
hesitation
much is it wise?
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At 5:50PM, the UPS man rang my doorbell.
“How do you expect to be able to cook good food or make good love when you write...”
– Robert Bringhurst - The Typographic Mind, (well, if you put it this way…)
I’m really confused about my ideas. I’m not sure at all what I say when I say things, it seems like I don’t make sense. Argue with me more so I can learn to defend myself. I have to learn to defend myself.
There’s a lot of contradictions and a lot of the same things. with different names. How can I get some new blood in this system? What do you do when you need new...
Dork Side of the Moon by jk-keller
I laughed for a good minute. More at jk-keller.com
Silent days
— your court Your courts my mind at 100% where and when was the last time?
— I never left anything for the swim back says Ethan Hawke in GATTACA and that was why he could swim farther.
autumn