'in the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.'
webster, ny - january 2009
30 January 2009
29 January 2009
28 January 2009
'in that most precious
instant, i shall take all words that ever were,
or weren't, or could, or couldn't be, and in
mad armfuls, not bouquets, i'll smother you in them.
oh god, how i love you, i choke with love, i
stumble in madness, tread a fiery region
where reason is consumed, i love you beyond
the limits that love sets himself, i love,
i love.'
- spoken by cyrano in the play 'cyrano de bergerac' by edmond rostand
wow..
instant, i shall take all words that ever were,
or weren't, or could, or couldn't be, and in
mad armfuls, not bouquets, i'll smother you in them.
oh god, how i love you, i choke with love, i
stumble in madness, tread a fiery region
where reason is consumed, i love you beyond
the limits that love sets himself, i love,
i love.'
- spoken by cyrano in the play 'cyrano de bergerac' by edmond rostand
wow..
26 January 2009
had i the heavens' embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
i would spread the cloths under your feet:
but i, being poor, have only my dreams;
i have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
- 'he wishes for the cloths of heaven' by william butler yeats
enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
i would spread the cloths under your feet:
but i, being poor, have only my dreams;
i have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
- 'he wishes for the cloths of heaven' by william butler yeats
24 January 2009
'I live alone, entirely alone. I never speak to anyone, never; I receive nothing, I give nothing… When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something: the plausible disappears at the same time as the fiends. You let events flow past; suddenly you see people pop up who speak and who go away, you plunge into stories without beginning or end: you make a terrible witness. But in compensation, one misses nothing, no improbability or, story too tall to be believed in cafes.'
- excerpt from 'nausea' by jean-paul sartre.
(i ordered this book about a week ago online after i couldnt find it in any bookstores around here. i really long to read it, im growing a bit impatient)
- excerpt from 'nausea' by jean-paul sartre.
(i ordered this book about a week ago online after i couldnt find it in any bookstores around here. i really long to read it, im growing a bit impatient)
23 January 2009
the knife - marble house
(it is my feeling that the knife should be listened to in a dark room with people you like. listening to the knife is a new spiritual awakening/revival each and every time)
(it is my feeling that the knife should be listened to in a dark room with people you like. listening to the knife is a new spiritual awakening/revival each and every time)
21 January 2009
20 January 2009
today was a good learning day classwise & otherwise.
in my south asian art history class our professor made a really relevant point about photography that i hadn't really ever explicitly linked. that point was that with the rise of photography came the rise of darker scenes of reality - famine, poverty, etc. she showed us this photograph above of the madras famine in the late 19th century taken by willoughby hooper. its a really powerful image that really acts as a call to action. she also made a good point about poverty that i thought was really insightful, saying that famine is a visible message that there is poor policy in the land as the land that should be used to help feed the poor is being allocated to different areas - namely for the economic benefit of those in power.
in my south asian art history class our professor made a really relevant point about photography that i hadn't really ever explicitly linked. that point was that with the rise of photography came the rise of darker scenes of reality - famine, poverty, etc. she showed us this photograph above of the madras famine in the late 19th century taken by willoughby hooper. its a really powerful image that really acts as a call to action. she also made a good point about poverty that i thought was really insightful, saying that famine is a visible message that there is poor policy in the land as the land that should be used to help feed the poor is being allocated to different areas - namely for the economic benefit of those in power.
19 January 2009
read this: our world may be a giant hologram
'According to Craig Hogan, a physicist at the Fermilab particle physics lab in Batavia, Illinois, GEO600 has stumbled upon the fundamental limit of space-time - the point where space-time stops behaving like the smooth continuum Einstein described and instead dissolves into "grains", just as a newspaper photograph dissolves into dots as you zoom in..."If the GEO600 result is what I suspect it is, then we are all living in a giant cosmic hologram."'
(possible proof that its all a beautiful illusion, but we knew it all along)
'According to Craig Hogan, a physicist at the Fermilab particle physics lab in Batavia, Illinois, GEO600 has stumbled upon the fundamental limit of space-time - the point where space-time stops behaving like the smooth continuum Einstein described and instead dissolves into "grains", just as a newspaper photograph dissolves into dots as you zoom in..."If the GEO600 result is what I suspect it is, then we are all living in a giant cosmic hologram."'
(possible proof that its all a beautiful illusion, but we knew it all along)
17 January 2009
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
'somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond' by ee cummings
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