now its so hard to remember, so easy to remember
like when i used to
when i used to make
something that mattered
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Beauty from elaine de button
""Surrounded by an infinite number of people, we may ask (staring at our lover while they talk on the phone or lie opposite us in the bath) why our desire has chosen to settle on this particular face, this particular mouth or nose or ear, why this curve of the neck or dimple in the cheek has come to answer so precisely to our criterion of perfection? Every one of our lovers offers different solutions to the problem of beauty, and yet succeeds in redefining our notions of attractiveness in a way that is as original and as idiosyncratic as the landscape of their face""
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
more elaine de buton
taken from essay's in love
"10. Amorous politics begins its infamous history with the French Revolution, when it was first proposed (with all the choice of a rape) that the state would not just govern but also love its citizens, who would respond likewise or face the guillotine. The beginning of revolutions is psychologically strikingly akin to that of certain relationships: the stress on unity, the sense of omnipotence, the desire to eliminate secrets (with the fear of the opposite soon leading to lover's paranoia and the creation of a secret police)."
Monday, September 26, 2011
PUSHED BY THE VIOLENCE OF OUR OWN DESIRES
define synthesis: rational analysis of forces
vs
imagine new fundimentally analytical
"we dont think the transformation of the world comes about by synthesis by rational analysis of forces or whatever. We actually imagine the new world in a fundamentally analytical way, and we start with the particular it means not being afraid to go out at night, it means discovering a new dignity, it means being able to contemplate the future of our handicapped child without terror... We are talking about a different mental process.
define reality attitude? fearless strong....?
"Assuming that everything ive said so far hasnt been completely wide of the mark, perhaps we can begin to see why it is that when there is an armed struggle going on women, both past and present, have always proved such good material to work with, have been so invaluable as organizers, providing an irreplacable, concrete network of support."
" Ill say it again; Im not talking about individual choices or circumstances, but about something inside us which sooner or later, in one way or another, will always come out; it is something very ancient which comes from way back, even beyond our lives, something that you feel as a memory, even as a child."
womens passivity, our inner prison.
vs
imagine new fundimentally analytical
"we dont think the transformation of the world comes about by synthesis by rational analysis of forces or whatever. We actually imagine the new world in a fundamentally analytical way, and we start with the particular it means not being afraid to go out at night, it means discovering a new dignity, it means being able to contemplate the future of our handicapped child without terror... We are talking about a different mental process.
define reality attitude? fearless strong....?
"Assuming that everything ive said so far hasnt been completely wide of the mark, perhaps we can begin to see why it is that when there is an armed struggle going on women, both past and present, have always proved such good material to work with, have been so invaluable as organizers, providing an irreplacable, concrete network of support."
" Ill say it again; Im not talking about individual choices or circumstances, but about something inside us which sooner or later, in one way or another, will always come out; it is something very ancient which comes from way back, even beyond our lives, something that you feel as a memory, even as a child."
womens passivity, our inner prison.
baudelaire and science
trituration
succussion
mother tincture
Q
1 9
1 99
IX
IC
efficacy
diametrically
"were an army of undertakers, that they were all celebrating some funeral"
- baudelaire
succussion
mother tincture
Q
1 9
1 99
IX
IC
efficacy
diametrically
"were an army of undertakers, that they were all celebrating some funeral"
- baudelaire
Thursday, September 22, 2011
would be an amazing print
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i love you.
i love you.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
so beautiful
Chansons d'Automne
(From Poimes Saturniens.)
WHEN a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song,
My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long. Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hour tolls deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go
Whr»re the winds know,
Broken and brief,
To and fro,
As the winds blow
A dead leaf."
(From Poimes Saturniens.)
WHEN a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song,
My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long. Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hour tolls deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go
Whr»re the winds know,
Broken and brief,
To and fro,
As the winds blow
A dead leaf."
Paul Verlaine
research all too appropriate for my way out
Paul Verlaine, inspirator to debussy
"Paul Verlaine read Baudelaire's famed Les fleurs du mal ('The flowers of evil') at the age of fourteen, and decided to become a poet. He was born in Metz and moved to Paris, where he had a simple job at the city hall. Besides this respectable existence, he led a secret life: he visited brothels and bars, and grew acquainted with the so-called Parnassiens, a group of poets revolving around Leconte de Lisle. They rejected emotional poetry (Lamartine, Musset), and wrote impersonal but strongly visual poems under the adage l'art pour l'art, inspired by classical antiquity and exotic regions. The group derived its name from the magazine Le Parnasse contemporain, in which Verlaine published poems at the age of 22, in 1866. His life as a bohemian was increasingly determined by his addiction to absinthe, a strongly alcoholic, bright green liqueur that became fashionable among decadent poets as 'the green fairy'.
Le Parnasse contemporain was published by book trader Lemerre, the representative of a small religious fund. On 20 February 1869 Lemerre acted as publisher of Verlaine's collection Fêtes galantes, printed at the author’s cost in an edition of 350 copies. This was his third volume of poetry after Poèmes saturniens (1866) and poems about lesbian love Les amies (1867). The title was derived from a painting by Watteau. The Louvre opened its Lacaze room in 1867 with work by 18th-century painters like Watteau, Fragonard and Boucher, all of whom were admired by Verlaine. The poems based on them are about love in an artificial world. The characters from the commedia dell'arte (Pierrot, Arlequin and others) also formed a source of inspiration, having been celebrated before in 17th-century poetry. Charm is a key word in this work. "
-KBnetherlandsexhibits
goodnight.
Paul Verlaine, inspirator to debussy
"Paul Verlaine read Baudelaire's famed Les fleurs du mal ('The flowers of evil') at the age of fourteen, and decided to become a poet. He was born in Metz and moved to Paris, where he had a simple job at the city hall. Besides this respectable existence, he led a secret life: he visited brothels and bars, and grew acquainted with the so-called Parnassiens, a group of poets revolving around Leconte de Lisle. They rejected emotional poetry (Lamartine, Musset), and wrote impersonal but strongly visual poems under the adage l'art pour l'art, inspired by classical antiquity and exotic regions. The group derived its name from the magazine Le Parnasse contemporain, in which Verlaine published poems at the age of 22, in 1866. His life as a bohemian was increasingly determined by his addiction to absinthe, a strongly alcoholic, bright green liqueur that became fashionable among decadent poets as 'the green fairy'.
Le Parnasse contemporain was published by book trader Lemerre, the representative of a small religious fund. On 20 February 1869 Lemerre acted as publisher of Verlaine's collection Fêtes galantes, printed at the author’s cost in an edition of 350 copies. This was his third volume of poetry after Poèmes saturniens (1866) and poems about lesbian love Les amies (1867). The title was derived from a painting by Watteau. The Louvre opened its Lacaze room in 1867 with work by 18th-century painters like Watteau, Fragonard and Boucher, all of whom were admired by Verlaine. The poems based on them are about love in an artificial world. The characters from the commedia dell'arte (Pierrot, Arlequin and others) also formed a source of inspiration, having been celebrated before in 17th-century poetry. Charm is a key word in this work. "
-KBnetherlandsexhibits
goodnight.
En Sourdine
(Fetes Galantes.)
(Fetes Galantes.)
CALM where twilight leaves have stilled
With their shadow light and sound,
Let our silent love be filled
With a silence as profound.
With their shadow light and sound,
Let our silent love be filled
With a silence as profound.
Let our ravished senses blend
Heart and spirit, thine and mine,
With vague languors that descend
From the branches of the pine.
Heart and spirit, thine and mine,
With vague languors that descend
From the branches of the pine.
Close thine eyes against the day,
Fold thine arms across thy breast,
And for ever turn away
All desire of all but rest.
Fold thine arms across thy breast,
And for ever turn away
All desire of all but rest.
Let the lulling breaths that pass
In soft wrinkles at thy feet,
Tossing all the tawny grass,
This and only this repeat.
In soft wrinkles at thy feet,
Tossing all the tawny grass,
This and only this repeat.
And when solemn evening
Dims the forest's dusky air,
Then the nightingale shall sing
The delight of our despair.
Dims the forest's dusky air,
Then the nightingale shall sing
The delight of our despair.
Soleils Couchants
(From Potmes Saturniens.)
(From Potmes Saturniens.)
PALE dawn delicately
Over earth has spun
The sad melancholy
Of the setting sun.
Sad melancholy
Brings oblivion
In sad songs to me
With the setting sun.
And the strangest dreams,
Dreams like sun that set
On the banks of the streams,
Ghost and glory met,
To my sense it seems,
Pass, and without let,
Like great suns that set
On the banks of streams.
Over earth has spun
The sad melancholy
Of the setting sun.
Sad melancholy
Brings oblivion
In sad songs to me
With the setting sun.
And the strangest dreams,
Dreams like sun that set
On the banks of the streams,
Ghost and glory met,
To my sense it seems,
Pass, and without let,
Like great suns that set
On the banks of streams.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
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