December 2010
33 posts
The moving finger writes. And, having writ, moves...
- Sheldon Cooper
dancersaretheathletesofgod:
Secret Garden -...
“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the...”
– Helen Keller (via jonalport)
“And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye...”
incurablycurious:
Rhythm 0, 1974
To test the limits of the relationship between performer and audience, Marina Abramović developed one of her most challenging (and best-known) performances.
She assigned a passive role to herself, with the public being the force which would act on her. Abramović had placed upon a table 72 objects that people were allowed to use (a sign informed them)...
“weltschmerz.”
there's something there that wasn't there before.
a new link included in the english resources on moodle. only, self cannot work out which is new? sad.
not sad that i noticed, im sure there others will too, but sad that the curiousness of it all has permeated my brain space to the point where i nearly crashed the family vehicle.
but ma, moodle’s different…!
something there that wasnt there…
choose a sophisticated text. dinnertable...
favourite poem?
mother: la belle dame sans merci, keats.
self: the raven, poe
brother: follow me, uncle kracker.
surely we can try him for sedition? →
David Koch, flirting with the fine line between anarchism and rebellion since 1967. Freedom of speech may be necessary, but it is productive?
authoritarian. i hope not. i think so.
“Entre as coisas mais lindas que eu conheci
Só reconheci suas cores belas quando...”
“Look at this tiny place. To the heart seeking freedom, this island is a prison,...”
– Ansem (via myheartisacage)
giggling with mother about aaron’s curious habit of leaping out of the shadows and startling her each time he arrives at my front door. flippantly, she remarked
“…if he keeps this up i’ll have a heart attack and you’ll be left an orphan..”
took me all of two seconds to stop chuckling. and replay her comment in my mind. orphan?
my father is very much alive...
David Remnick: The trials of Mikhail Khodorkovsky →
ahhh putin. play nice just one time. just for me.
“...the [paradox] is the man who cuts his throat...
E. S. Shneidman
trying wearily to focus his over-tired eyes on the ordered piles of manchester in the linen press, attempting to locate the stack dedicated to his race car pillowcases turned out to be too much for my little brother.
by chance i happened be passing the hall to watch as he sighed, slowly sank to the carpet, slumped, and lent back to rest his sleepy head on the wall of the hallway. his shoulders...
Epistemological Labyrinth.
Color is all perception. There is no way in which to create a comparison of perceptions; no standard to base them on.
his favourite color is green.
green. “a color; the perception of which is evoked by light having a spectrum dominated by energy with a wavelength of roughly 520–570 nanometres”.
perception. “awareness through the organisation of sensory information”
...
stay up late and stop making any sense.
a: hang on. i dont want you mixing with this guy
m: itd be slightly amusing?
a: haha for him or you? he sounds like a bad guy
m: he sounds vicious! :)
a: usually people are like ''i enjoy long walks on the beach'' not ''i would like a vicious controlling husband''
m: sand takes forever to get out of my hair.
aaron-j-p:
Song i wrote for my wonderful girl :)...
A war between two rival colonies in a South... →
November 2010
14 posts
There is glitter on my hands. How it got there I will never know, but there’s an abundance of glitter on my hands and I cannot get it off. Trying to calm down and brush it off slowly but my heart is spasming and my head is feeling lighter and more detached from my shoulders with the growing knowledge that it is multiplying.
Now not just my hands, some has clambered down into my lap, some is...
