If you look at history, even recent history, you see that there is
indeed progress. . . . Over time, the cycle is clearly, generally
upwards. And it doesn't happen by laws of nature. And it doesn't happen
by social laws. . . . It happens as a result of hard work by dedicated
people who are willing to look at problems honestly, to look at them
without illusions, and to go to work chipping away at them, with no
guarantee of success — in fact, with a need for a rather high tolerance
for failure along the way, and plenty of disappointments.
-- Noam Chomsky
20 November 2012
19 November 2012
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
--Virginia Woolf
--Virginia Woolf
18 November 2012
17 November 2012
Camille Henrot
Camille Henrot
“The black book”, Lawrence Durrell (serie “Is it possible to be a revolutionary and like flowers?”)
kamel mennour, Paris.
15 November 2012
Scattered Leaves
Don't you go looking so surprised, baby don't you look so stunned
Didn't I tell you that a cold november'd come?
And deliver the leaves from green to red,
To blowing in the wind stone dead
Well I never used to notice this awful quiet,
And fall was just the calm before the next spring riot,
Of wildflowers and lunatic rivers -
Sweat jumping off of the skin of love givers
Scattered leaves don't lie
Aw' now baby, baby, quit your cryin'
Like everything that ever mattered, scit-scat scattered
Like every love word you heard
But that's just the way when you walk your days
In the beauty of this world
Pretty little disappointments all in a row
Been about a year since you disappeared through my door
And now you come back with your head on straight,
But I got no love or hate left for you, girl
You must be the daughter of the late, late rose - I'm November's son
And I'm here to tell you, honey, ooh what's done is done
Yeah, I been claimed by the wind and the rain
There ain't no going back, naw there ain't no going back again (for us now)
-- The Be Good Tanyas (Jeremy Lindsey)
Didn't I tell you that a cold november'd come?
And deliver the leaves from green to red,
To blowing in the wind stone dead
Well I never used to notice this awful quiet,
And fall was just the calm before the next spring riot,
Of wildflowers and lunatic rivers -
Sweat jumping off of the skin of love givers
Scattered leaves don't lie
Aw' now baby, baby, quit your cryin'
Like everything that ever mattered, scit-scat scattered
Like every love word you heard
But that's just the way when you walk your days
In the beauty of this world
Pretty little disappointments all in a row
Been about a year since you disappeared through my door
And now you come back with your head on straight,
But I got no love or hate left for you, girl
You must be the daughter of the late, late rose - I'm November's son
And I'm here to tell you, honey, ooh what's done is done
Yeah, I been claimed by the wind and the rain
There ain't no going back, naw there ain't no going back again (for us now)
-- The Be Good Tanyas (Jeremy Lindsey)
14 November 2012
13 November 2012
Stories to tell
From the Charleston Museum via evencleveland:
Navy blue rayon dress, c. 1945, with the story of D-Day printed on the fabric. The bottom section around the skirt shows men in landing barges, wading through water and hitting the beach. The next row up are pictures of tanks, trucks and jeeps moving across roads. Next are soldiers being welcomed by French people in small towns, and finally there are people throwing bouquets and cheering. The bodice repeats the last row of the motif and around the shoulders and collar are waves. The dress opens down the front with a placket concealing nine navy blue buttons, a hook and eye at the waist and a snap at the neck. There are thread belt loops at the waist, but the belt is missing. Inside the neck is a label from “Bonwit Teller / Fifth Avenue / New York.”For the full story behind the dress, click here. I agree with evencleveland...Amazing.
12 November 2012
11 November 2012
9 November 2012
A green spy was following a blue spy.
Followed by a night sky.
Followed by a fat lie.
Followed by a cherry pie.
Followed by a striped tie.
Followed by a black eye.
Followed by a butterfly.
Followed by a day in July.
Followed by a magpie.
Followed by a deep sigh.
Followed by a bye-bye.
Followed by a good cry.
Followed by a blue spy.
Arm in Arm: A Collection of Connections, Endless Tales, Reiterations and Other Echolalia - written & illustrated by Remy Charlip (1969).
8 November 2012
7 November 2012
6 November 2012
5 November 2012
4 November 2012
3 November 2012
1 November 2012
ring the bells that still can ringforget your perfect offeringthere is a crack in everythingthat’s how the light gets in
--leanord cohen “anthem”
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