found: Somethings Gone Awry
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Losing Myself
"and I can't see you
with anyone else
even if that means holding you down
even if that means losing myself"
-robin pecknold
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
as my love, as my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
as my love, as my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Joni Said It Best..
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
-Joni Mitchell (All I Want)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
In the End
In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
-Siddhārtha Gautam
via oceanofmind
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
The lyrics to "Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros are amazing one, but they sound 10x better (and cuter) when they're coming out of this little girls mouth...
Writing On the Bathroom Walls
As noted in my previous post, with my Senior Project deadline coming up, I've been spending a lot of time in the library. One of the stalls in the Women's bathroom has some great quote and doodles so I decided to share some of them. Before I graduate I hope to add some of my two sense to these walls.
"Time is fleeting. Your life is now. Go!!"
"I still love you everyday, my dear."
"The closest distance between two people is a good laugh."
"There's just something about purchase in the winter and lost loves
that go hand in hand."
"The human body is a beautiful thing, embrace yours."
There's always your reference to weed...
"Being somebody doesn't make you anybody, anyway."
Pac Man
"This bathroom stall has better content than the Indy"
(the Indy is the school newspaper)
"My favorite aspect of being a student worker for Purchase College's Library
is being about to hide in this stall and read all the new additions!"
Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all
Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake.
Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom walls."
In my last post, I complained about the condition of the library, but this is one of the things I've enjoyed. Hopefully when they decide to do some renovation these stalls are saved. If not, I'm glad I have documentation!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Smokey Library
So as I was on my 12th straight hour of working on my Senior Project I decided to take a walk around the library and came across this sign.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Mark Warren Jacques
Falling into love
(acrylic and ink on canvas board)
We are a spiral spinning,
and I will follow you in as far as you are falling.
(acrylic and ink on paper)
And when you appear,
all the suns sound in my body
bells shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
(acrylic, ink and enamel on paper)
Art is already stimulating, but with titles like these it is a whole other experience. I found this on Free People's blog and couldn't wait to check out the rest of Mark Warren Jacque work.
"Saying Fuck It and Letting Go All Together"
(acrylic, ink and enamel on panel)
It's beautiful & strange, we were drawn together, as to leave a sense of connection that we never
want to lose touch with.
(ink acrylic and graphite on panel)
Check out more of his work here.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
..no matter how many times I read this poem, no matter where I am,
it still makes my heart sink deep in my chest
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Katy Perry - ET
I wouldn't say that I like the words to this song, but the video is really something else. Definitely a case of a cool video making up for silly words.
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