Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

22 May 2011

insides

("Shadow Dance" by Martin Lewis).

("Mother and Child" by Gustav Klimt).

For every route, could haves/should haves/might haves in infinity.
It's a dangerous game: the either/or, the re-writing of choices.
There so many pulls inside me.
So many entryways, leading to new entryways.

15 May 2011

On being unkind to yourself//and dreaming in reverse.

(Cause I sure can be unkind to myself)
(We can all be unkind to ourselves).

photos by Tom Chambers--dreaming in reverse collection. View it here.

Someone like you- by Doug Paisley.

I've seen you stumble
I've seen you fall
I've seen you brought down, feathers and all
Picked yourself up for the ones that you call
Your best friends.
I know you've been fighting
What we can't see
Sometimes it takes many faces to be
It takes a time and a place to be free
But in the end

Who would be so cruel
To someone like you
No one but you
Who would make the rouse
For the things that you do
No one but you.

I woke up this morning
Looked at the sky
I thought of all of the time passing by
It didn't matter how hard we tried
'Cause in the end

Who would be so cruel
To someone like you
No one but you
Who would make the rouse
For the things that you do
No one but you.
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*This was hauntingly-beautiful at Nelsonville Music Festival, where Cheyenne Marie Mize sang duet, and played violin. Cheyenne and Doug both have Daytrotter Sessions where you can legally download samples of their work, unplugged.

05 May 2011

23 March 2011

cosmia/nausia

-"Whirlwind of Lovers," by William Blake.

"when you ate I saw your eyelashes
saw them shake like wind on rushes
in the corn field when she called me
moths surround me - thought they'd drown me
and I miss your precious heart..."

-"Cosmia," by Joanna Newsom.

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I cannot tell if the universe is getting bigger or smaller as I grow.
Sometimes I am blanketed in quiet excitement. Sometimes my hands disappear. Sometimes I see nothing but the chaotic matrix. Sometimes I am alone.

15 March 2011

10 March 2011

disappearing.

(but I feel so heavy).


photos by Francesca Woodman.
(introduced to me by Mel Cheraso).
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