Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
I Love You So Much
What if zombies are simply the purest embodiment of dysfunctional love? Their desire to join with "the other" is so frenetic and insatiable that it can only be expressed by consuming them.
Photographer unknown.
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Photographer unknown.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Home Sweet Home
I am currently in love with the poetry of Laurie Sheck.
A Quiet Skin
Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits
Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—
Each thought breaking always in another.
All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.
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A Quiet Skin
Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits
Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—
Each thought breaking always in another.
All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Night Walking
Labels:
ambient,
Ben Cordia,
landscapes,
Moon Wiring Club,
night,
photography,
YouTube
Monday, September 23, 2013
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