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Some things are like treeswings

In Architecture, Philosophy, Poetry on September 1, 2010 at 11:07 am

Progress Under Blue Sky and Clouds
Karl Parker

It’s difficult to consider building a barn
when we still don’t have a clue down here about the front door.
There is, however, a seemingly-endless amount of stuff

to get lost in, occasionally come alive inside (at least
that’s what it feels like) an old treestump
or someone’s accent. Some things are like treeswings

that don’t need trees, and therefore of intrinsic good.
You see, we proceed by default, but don’t tell that to the weather
or little rivers of flies start to stream from our education.

Get out of the bullet

In Philosophy, Photography, Prose on February 24, 2010 at 8:46 am

The Dove
Djuna Barnes

THE DOVE: There are enough people preventing things, aren’t there?
VERA: Yes — that’s why you frighten me.
THE DOVE: Because I let everything go on, as far as it can go?
VERA: Yes, because you disturb nothing.
THE DOVE: I see.
VERA: You never meddle —
THE DOVE: No, I never meddle.
VERA: You don’t even observe as other people do, you don’t watch. Why, if I were to come up to you, wringing my hands saying, “Amelia has shot herself,” I don’t believe you would stand up.
THE DOVE: No, I don’t suppose I would, but I would do something for all that.
VERA: What?
THE DOVE: I should want to be very sure you wrung your hands as much as possible, and that Amelia had gotten all there was to get out of the bullet before she died.

True for life

In Confessional, Philosophy, Prose on February 21, 2010 at 2:38 am

Fuck me for not being Lydia Davis.

Still. It’s not for everyone.

Why his life

In Philosophy, Photography, Prose on February 12, 2010 at 1:27 am

Arunas Kulikauskas

Robot Dog
Kyle Hemmings

He asked the robot dog he built why his life was so rancid with despair and posterior piercing truths, but the bitch rambled on with fuzzy logic conditionals and said for him to get a teddy bear with eyes that glowed in the dark.

–as seen in Artifice, Issue #1

Bad day Monday

In Art, Confessional, Philosophy on December 21, 2009 at 1:47 pm

What are you gonna do?

John Boultbee

Fakes is fakes

In Confessional, Fashion, Philosophy on November 19, 2009 at 2:15 pm

Something I’m struggling with right now.

In spite of man, he crumbles

In Philosophy, Poetry, Universe on October 11, 2009 at 2:37 am

Song of Solomon 6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

We are in love

In Film, Mathematics, Philosophy on October 2, 2009 at 12:01 am

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When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.
Blaise Pascal

Soft white

In Art, Philosophy, Poetry on September 17, 2009 at 1:13 am

Bob Staake

Am I an animal
          able to distinquish
                    beams of light
                             like music this moonlit night
                                      eyes closed

–Mizuhara Shion (trans. Hiroaki Sato)

Might as well milk it

In Art, Philosophy, Poetry on August 27, 2009 at 12:02 am

by Cami Park (me)

If I were a kangaroo
I’d have to draw the line
like at beer commercials,
sharing trailers with koala bears,
or writing poetry for money.

Thompson Yulidjirri

Thompson Yulidjirri

I’d be a downright whore.
Might as well milk it,
I’d say.