"Let us bring to daylight the impulses of midnight contemplation."
Images from trip to NYC and the Picasso Exhibit at MOMA.
Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Complete Albums of the Individual Locations:
I'm so done with this I'm done with that and most of all I'm done with no maturity, this is no standard call its no moment to bash or lay the blame its just a statement. The shattered soul crying out from an instant coffee cup who realized strength is fleeting and courage is temporal rather than a stance that is possible to hold on sunny days instead of rainy days. Its sunny and the world might seem atmospherically right but raging inside of the head of a passerby is stress and anxiousness over a myriad of troubles plaguing the human experience. Screw that. This human curse is impossible to get through, Vonnegut spoke right when he said life was no way to treat an animal. Its like a symbolic literal statement that cannot be misinterpreted and if it was it would be right and wrong at the same time.
“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
- Steve Jobs, 1955 - 2011
Rest in peace to revolutionary.
Images from 9/20/2011 Creative Tuesday.
We had poetry from Cedric Ashley, Chris Obrien, Brittany Yost, Tom Hickey, Jeremy Munro, and Vincent Maniscalco. Carlo D'Anselmi and Jasna Numanovic did some watercolors, and at the end of the night Prof's Staley and Norton came by for a jam session joined for a number by Lauren Miller.
Full Album: Lucubrations Creative Tuesday 9/20/2011
An Excerpt of Something Not Read at Open Mic (Now With 100% More Pretentiousness, Long Titles, and Semi-Witty Asides!)
An Excerpt From My Fake Manifesto - A Manifesto of Non-Collective Bargaining, of Individual Expression, of Striding Forth, of Dealing With the Teleological-Suspension of the Ethical, of the End of Self-Reflection, Introspection, and Other “ion” Words
AKA – What a Philosophy Final Should Be
An Example of Why I Know Nothing
Words Written to Approximately Twenty Cups of Water and Big Band
by Jeremy Munro
Must be a genius.
Must have a BIG
loving heart for fuckups.
Wear collared buttondowns, surfshorts
and "slippahs" with shades.
Long gray ponytail. Laugh.
So first of all I hoping I'm posting this to the right section, cause to be honest I have no idea, this is some kind of recount of my night...
My roomate and I were heading back from the coffee shop with the full intention of enjoying our calzones while watching Howl's Moving Castle (awesome movie btw), when we run into a couple people we had previously met. Fighting the urge to be anti-social we strike up a conversation, which goes from Canada to boots, and of course parkour. My roomate has no idea what parkour is. Peter, Phil, and I all agree that it is imperative that she finds out.
What is it about the late night?
I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm not focused
yet up I sit and up I stay
staring at a screen, waiting on a wheel
that spins round, and round, and round
internet's slow, everyone online, but I don't mind
it's odd but I'm content to sit, to watch
to ponder, but ponder's too heavy, I'm not doing much
just sitting haunched, squinting with out glasses
excited about this new world, this new place
where I am free, I can be creative, I can express!
me, do I want myself here? putting it on the line
in front of strangers, people I don't know, never met, never saw
I'm scared, but exhilarated, who cares?! I'm here!
I'm free to be, free to think, to hope, to dream
it's late I need sleep, classes to survive
but up I sit and up I stay
What is it about the late night?