'the great quality of true art, is that it rediscovers, grasps and reveals to us the reality far from which we live, from which we get further & further away as the conventional knowledge we substitute for it becomes thicker and more impenetrable, the reality that we might die without having known and which is simply our life, life finally discovered and clarified....'

/ marcel proust

photographs from children in athens greece/ thecameraproject.com

top to bottom: first 2 images by reileigh, third alex, fourth roni, last nadeem

/ my little sister, lauren

on lake ontario, november 2010

lots of things unfolding! updates soon x

'quand les cimes de notre ciel se rejoindront

ma maison aura un toit.'

/ /

'when the peaks of our sky come together

my house will have a roof.'

paul eluard/ one of the founders of the surrealist movement and one of its greatest poets

from dignes de vivre p. 115

stratford ct/ 26 november, sunset

/ thankful

in connecticut for a few days

photo from my visit home to rochester a couple weeks ago

every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all come.

/ michelangelo, 1475-1564

holograms playing to large sold out audiences in japan

/ "Hatsune is a product of Japan's popular Vocaloid software scene in which fans can create their own songs for fictional characters to sing. The twist here is that Crypton took things to the next level by making the character into a hologram and actually putting their avatar on tour, playing to huge enthusiastic audiences. The spectacle of a hologram performing on stage, with a live backing band in front of thousands of screaming fans is pure science fiction brought to real life." quote from here

writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. on the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. if only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.

moreover the writer invents himself as a character in this form. he shapes himself from the shards of the everyday, from the truth of that daily life. which is also a truth not to be scorned.

/ from the notebooks of anna kamienska, polish poet

boy, beautiful
/ brooklyn october 2010

/ from the most beautiful book that i would love to own

'cartographies of time' by daniel rosenberg and anthony grafton, 2010

on the beach at night alone,

as the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,

as I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes & of the future.

a vast similitude interlocks all,

all spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,

all distances of place however wide,

all distances of time, all inanimate forms,

all souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,

all gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,

all nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,

all identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,

all lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,

this vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,

and shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

/ on the beach at night alone by walt whitman

/ from the book king arthur and his knights of the round table edited by sidney lanier, 1950

/ beautiful find this morning, brooklyn heights

found a copy of king arthur and his knights of the round table being offered for free on someone's stoop while i was walking around brooklyn heights this morning. it was published in 1950 and has beautiful illustrations inside. it also contained, to my surprise, a few beautifully pressed flowers. a nice surprise on a chilly autumn morning

ahhhhhhhhh beautiful

/ paintings by andy denzler

from top: rower I (2009), floating stones (2010) and detached (2010)

/ aubrey beardsley, madonna & child circa 1900

/ om shanti om

new work coming soon !

/ 22 years, 6 october 2010 prospect park, brooklyn

as i lay in gossamer sands i heard

that to feel out the dead you have to melt

in the breeze that unglues body and mind -

just as the threshold of sleep is crossed and day breaks

the familiar gestures the bodies of the lost return

renewed as if born this very day reserved for visitors

i focus on his chest's smooth skin

its amber color that will linger a few hours more lingering

ever since his gaze began to wander without end since i first entered his circle

now, with everything razed to the ground,

in rare moments of wind

we laugh in mid-air, read each other's lips

until we go to pieces against the eaves of a house

and he yells: "it's all burned out inside!"

/ mario, august 15, 1978 by antonio porta

/ kristian rodriguez, august 2010 syracuse new york

k is a talented musician, poet, excellent actor & wonderful friend

check out some of his music here

and it was never resolved, the hierarchy, the light, secret

data points, windows without curtains.

codes that kiss your symmetry, a monotony of instinct.

understanding how you came to this place

and how you'd leave it.

as a dream you took along whose words were playthings

swept the room in lovely waters.

a personal one whose hesitation was exhausted.

/"letter written on the 27th of october, harvest moon, nearly perfect sky after having rained, the radio left on" from the book dear body: by dan machlin

celebrating, + i feel so warm

/ homage to our old home in brooklyn, april 2010

this world is in darkness.

how few have eyes to see!

how few the birds

who escape the net and fly to heaven!

swans rise and fly toward the sun.

what magic!

so do the pure conquer the armies of illusion

and rise and fly.

if you scoff at heaven

and the violate the law

if your words are lies,

where will your mischief end?

the fool laughs at generosity.

the miser cannot enter heaven.

but the master finds joy in giving

and happiness is his reward .

and more -

for greater than all the joys

of heaven and of earth,

greater still than dominion

over all the worlds,

is the joy of reaching the stream.

/ excerpt from 'the world' from the dhammapada

ave forever

/ mother mary, via camera phone 2009

/ god visits brooklyn, august 2010

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,	20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,	25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.	30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;	35
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,	40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
/ excerpt from 'I. the burial of the dead' from the waste land by ts eliot

/ 'father death blues' by allen ginsberg

ive posted this video before, but i thought i would post it again in honour of birthdays and everything that comes with them - life, death, sickness, health, happiness, love etc etc

/ joan miro, inspiration

three women + blue II, respectively

/ saturday breakfast, 2 october

gruyere swiss-imported cheese on artisan wheat bread w/ fresh honeydew & expresso