Saturday Poem

Do stuff. be clenched, curious. 
Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead. 
Pay attention. It's all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. 
stay eager.

― Susan Sontag

Johanna Tagada

Works by Johanna Tagada (found via Book Stand)

"I seek to make things that I have imagined and have not yet done. Things I would like to see."

- Xavier Corbero

Of Souls + Water: The Mother

OF SOULS + WATER: THE MOTHER from NRS Films on Vimeo.

eventually, everything connects.

1. hands of Georgia Okeeffe
2. Richard Serra paintings
3. Yamamoto Masao
4.  artist unknown (to me) found here.

We are much more then we are told

The Uruguayan author Eduardo Galeano once told me that the apparent reluctance to learn from the past scared him.
 “My great fear is that we are all suffering from amnesia,” he said. “I wrote to recover the memory of the human rainbow, which is in danger of being mutilated.”
Who, I asked, is responsible for this forgetfulness? “It’s not a person,” he explained. “It’s a system of power that is always deciding in the name of humanity who deserves to be remembered and who deserves to be forgotten … We are much more than we are told. We are much more beautiful.”  We are much more alike than we are told, as well.

-- Gary Younge

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

Passing Time

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

 --Maya Angelo

Ivan da Silva Bruhns

Wool pile rugs with motif repetitions by Ivan da Silva Bruhns, c.1930-40 (via artnet)

“Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.”

― Yukio Mishima, Runaway Horses

Sophie Giblin

Repetition from Sophie Giblin on Vimeo.
Memorphosis from Sophie Giblin on Vimeo.

1. Franziska Schmid-Burgk: Vasen, Rauchbrandtechnik 
2. Ceramics by Edmund de Waal.
3. Priscilla Mouritzen, Pinched porcelain bowls
4. black bowls found on thishighway.tumblr.com

Repetition

“I think certain types of processes don’t allow for any variation. If you have to be part of that process, all you can do is transform—or perhaps distort—yourself through that persistent repetition, and make that process a part of your own personality.”

― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.

― Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

- annie dillard

Eve Fowler

Posters by Eve Fowler, A spectacle and nothing strange.

Jordan

Goodness gracious me, I've been gone a long time!
My holiday was bliss; time stood still, I read a whole four chapters of a book, floated in the dead sea (and got goose-pimples snorkeling in the red sea), drank 181 cups of cardamon laced coffee and 203 cups of sweet sage tea, visited soulful ancient places, got 'married' in a Bedouin tent...or at least i think that's what was happening...failed miserably at haggling, and was blown away by the kindness, squatting ability and hospitality of the beautiful Jordanian people.

Perfect start to 2015.

(Polaroids taken in Petra and Wadi Rum, Jordan)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Neither the symbolic detail
of a three instead of a two,
nor that rough metaphor
that hails one term dying and another emerging
nor the fulfillment of an astronomical process
muddle and undermine
the high plateau of this night
making us wait
for the twelve irreparable strokes of the bell.
The real cause
is our murky pervasive suspicion
of the enigma of Time,
it is our awe at the miracle
that, though the chances are infinite
and though we are
drops in Heraclitus' river,
allows something in us to endure,
never moving.

Jorge Luis Borges, translated by W.S. Merwin.