.: November 2009

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11.30.2009

11.29.2009

113.

françoise hardy...i love you so.

I am a tree

counting my rings will do no good

I won't live long but I would be with you if I could

-guided by voices

i just wish i could whistle.

11.24.2009

112.

maillot jaune = pacifico?

maillot jaune = makes a rider more visible and encourages others to ride against him?

11.19.2009

111.

hollis brown thornton

acrylic, pigment transfer on paper

There's a black crow sitting across from me
His wiry legs are crossed
He is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

Your love will be
Safe with me

-justin vernon

11.17.2009

110.

vocabulary words

insensitive

don't teach me anything about it

I hate that it seemed to be your

priority

when you dumped a drawer full of them into a giant pile

and now I can't figure out where they go but

maybe one of them should be

school

is a place where I never learned anything

not even a paragraph about change

projected somewhere on a

wall

I refuse to build one

whats the point if no one gets to come in?

everything will always be ours and not just

mine

its not that hard to really own something

you just have to know when to let it go

that's what makes it yours in the

beginning

and starting over is inevitable

but riotous waves of transformation are

exhausting

my resources and I didn't start out with much

but haste and chaos and a little bit of

love

because we have hearts

and we can stand on them if we want to

and write a million stupid

words

are important for keeping your

thoughts from spreading into nothing

so you can laugh at yourself

tomorrow

as you rise to meet the morning

in love with the city and full of

hope

it's all I've got

-staci aci (on dictionaries)

11.15.2009

109.

PIEGITA + PARK = PERFECT

You must write every single day of your life.

You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days.

And out of that love, remake a world...

ray bradbury said that.

11.14.2009

108.

The first language humans had were gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people's hands, nothing we do now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely.

During the Age of Silence, people communicated more, not less. Basic survival demanded that the hands were almost never still, and so it was only during sleep (and sometimes not even then) that people were not saying something or another. No distinction was made between the gestures of language and the gestures of life. The labor of building a house, say, or preparing a meal was no less an expression than making the sign for I love you or I feel serious.

When a hand was used to shield one's face when frightened by a loud noise something was being said, and when fingers were used to pick up what someone else had dropped something was being said; and even when the hands were at rest, that, too, was saying something.

Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There where times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose and casual eye contact was made with one's lover just then, the lover might accidentally take it to be a gesture, not at all dissimilar, for Now I realize I was wrong to love you. These mistakes were heartbreaking. And yet, because they didn't go around with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they'd understood correctly. Sometimes these misunderstandings were even desirable, since they gave people a reason to say, Forgive me, I was only scratching my nose. Of course I know I have always been right to love you. Because of the frequency of these mistakes, over time the gesture for asking forgiveness evolved into the simplest form. Just to open your palm was to say: Forgive me.

Aside from one exception, almost no record exists of this first language. The exception, on which all knowledge of the subject is based, is a collection of seventy-nine fossil gestures, prints of human hands frozen in mid sentence and housed in a small museum in Buenos Aires. One holds the gesture for Sometimes when the rain, another for After all these years, another for Was I wrong to love you?

If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms and if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body it is because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less. It's not that we have forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs up: all artifacts of ancient gestures. Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. At at night, when it is too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other's bodies to make ourselves understood.

-t.h.o.l (again)

photos by kyle burdg

11.13.2009

107.

If sleep is for growing the things I will give away tomorrow

then I have nothing to offer the day.

Love sleeps in its own bedroom.

-staci j (on insomnia)

11.12.2009

106.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.

IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon'tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglassI'veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme

-the history of love (always)

today's inspiration

here comes the sun

i'm good at the reblog

11.11.2009

105.

Dear you,

I'm gonna give you

till the morning comes

Till the morning comes,

till the morning comes.


I'm only waiting

till the morning comes

Till the morning comes,

till the morning comes.

Love,

 Neil Young

and me...

104.

If you lived here...you'd be home now.

found here.

Memories passed down to me from my nanny that I am thinking of at 4:00 am

The taste of sugar and coffee

how to wrap your window air conditioning unit at Christmas to look like a present

grocery store novels and being thirteen

jumping on the bed can lead to dangerous things

you have to stab a potato with a fork before you bake it

breakfast is and will always be the best meal of the day

Elvis was OK

you can live with the same person for a very long time

it's ok to rescue parrots from trees and keep them

little tiny switches hurt the most

a kitchen is the best room for everything

being a true matriarch takes patience and silence

you can still eat sweets when you are diabetic

an ice box is a refrigerator

a commode is a toilet

kmart is plural

coupon is pronounced kewpen

Her name was Sara and she was awesome.

goodnight.

11.10.2009

103.

go.

For a moment he forgot the danger he was in, grateful for the world which purposefully puts divisions in place so that we can overcome them, feeling the joy of getting closer, even if deep down we can never forget the sadness of our insurmountable differences.

-the history of love