"Let us bring to daylight the impulses of midnight contemplation."
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2015 NYC Picasso Exhibit
Images from trip to NYC and the Picasso Exhibit at MOMA.
Full Album"
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2011 Shakespeare's Birthday Photos
2011-Shakespeare Birthday Full Album
Photos from the Celebration
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Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Highlights
Complete Albums of the Individual Locations:
Recent Posts
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“Sometimes you make up your mind about something without knowing why, and your decision persists by the power of inertia. Every year it gets harder to change.”
new york, after the fact
i ache for the constant thumpthump of my heels on the concrete and an industrial, impersonal exhaustion and the verb of my eye with my fingers and my camera. i miss seeing things that bend my mind and make me stop and itch and ask what the hell the point is. new light, domestic abuse, falling houses and piles of salt. i liked all the angles of the narrow-walled galleries and the expensive coffee. i liked the nightly drinks and time spent with professors. old crow and cards and walking into a room of glossy-eyed philosophers. closer.
dead things
the greenhouse @ sherman
somerville, massachusetts
19 june 2011
Suburbia I've Given You Nothing And Now I'm Everything.
Suburbia was never the problem.
The ethical dilemma that faced us as demonic teenagers was
Moving forward in "punk clothes" clutching drum kits and amps tight
Through the washed out backroads of New Hampshire.
Suburbia was never the solution.
The lack of consistency, the omnipresent hypocrisy
Encountered both in school and the venues was
Fighting and arguing for our place
the hovering
inspired by the Underworld soundtrack and, of course, Harry Potter.
Bernard Versus Deleuze, An Internet Conversation
Deleuze Versus Bernard, A Conversation.
Bernard: I'm really tired tonight, but remind me to talk to you something about Riot Gamez
Deleuze: Hmm?
A Red-Letter Day
The wanderer throws his seed in the air in the field. Birds eat of the seeds. The seeds crack in their beaks and the sound is pleasant.
(Joyful fractures from nature’s infants)
The wanderer’s face is old and rough, chipped out of marble, tough and wise, the face of an emperor. He listens to the sound of the birds eating, his hand atop his dog’s head. He listens and sorts out the noises.
(A flinty, filthy fool looks at the birds)
The wanderer’s dog keenly watches the birds with grey eyes, one paw lifted up as if to dash forward at an instant, snout in line with the flock. The dog leans forward, trembling slightly, but knows better than to dash forward. The dog hears much more than the wanderer, yet does not realize the meaning.
(Dogs seek but never find)
