August 2010
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digging through old files..
To pass the time, to kill it: curious saying! How hold it? the question ought to be. It racks us all: where, where is there a staying, where in all this a being finally? — Look how the day slows down now, on its way towards the space that takes it into night: rising soon was to stand, standing to lay; and that which willingly lies drifts out of sight — These mountains rest, by higher...
Aug 28th
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resonance
‘you are so young; you stand before beginnings. i would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as i can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. do not now look for the answers, they cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. it is a question...
Aug 18th
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“You can be anything you want to be Just turn yourself into anything you think...”
– queen, ‘innuendo’ MY BIRTHDAY SONG (for yesterday). 24 years old. AMAZING!
Aug 13th
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“What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my...”
– ode: intimations of immortality from recollections of early childhood, wordsworth. SUCH an amazing poem – caught my attention from all the way back in 10th grade when we read it in english class.. romanticism! i especially love ‘in the faith that looks through death’ – it says so much.
Aug 11th
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“Yes, Audrey, it’s true. There are so many things you don’t know...”
– my note from the universe for yesterday.. coincidental? there are no coincidences.
Aug 10th
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Aug 10th
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Aug 10th
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“sometimes one meets a woman who is beast turning human.”
– djuna barnes, ‘nightwood.’ loved this mysterious quote since i read it back in college..
Aug 10th
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time does not exist..
..all is infinite.
Aug 10th
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Aug 9th
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Aug 9th
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universe?
pain is a room with four walls and no exit. only the sound of yourself and your ache. no possibilities to see the sky from a window, or grab hold of a hand to fight the specters of your fears. concrete and literal as the emergency room. as the beeps and drones of machines, of mass fearful energy mingling as one. even the strongest find it difficult to come up for air.. how can i believe in the...
Aug 9th
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“i have seen her fern-colored eyes open mornings on a world where the beating of...”
– breton, ‘nadja’ feeling disembodied..
Aug 9th