January 2012
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you hang on my mind like smoke on my clothes.
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June 2011
1 post
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Morning
Grey sidewalks
Under piercing light
Steady docks at dawn
For city feet
Swaying gently
5 1/2 hours, 365 days from here
A year ago tonight, I was drinking a six pack of Hoegaarden on the roof of my Pittsburgh apartment. Alone and ready for anything.
Tonight, alone and not thirsty at all.
May 2011
5 posts
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I woke up this morning
A funny taste in my head
Spackled some butter
Over my whole grain bread
March 2011
14 posts
“…and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it...”
– Desiderata, Max Ehrmann (via vetrospective)
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“Jörg Hausmann: “Artists today have always dreamed of producing art for...”
– Interview with Fred Sandback, 1969.
1. Writing about Fred Sandback is turning out to be more difficult than I’d initially imagined.
2. The last sentence of Michael Fried’s “Art and Objecthood” (‘Presentness is grace.’) makes me cringe every single time I read it.
(via objectivecorrelative)
How do you ever know if you’ve made the right decision when the world and your mentality are in constant flux?
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“Never look back unless you are planning to go that way.”
– Henry David Thoreau
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Rainy morning Smithwicks aftermath.
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The first Jackson Pollock show Frankenthaler saw was at the Betty Parson’s Gallery in 1950. She had this to say about seeing Pollock’s paintings Autumn Rhythm, Number 30 1950, Number One (Lavender Mist) 1950:
“It was all there. I wanted to live in this land. I had to live there, and master the language.”
I can’t say this feeling wasn’t inevitable, or surprising, when it has been crawling up my sleeve and I have flicked it off too quickly, over and over again, like an insect too close for comfort in the summer.
February 2011
8 posts
“You have a good eye for design, and that’s half the battle.”
– 2/16/2011 8:40 a.m.
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Damien Rice is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.
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“When I was in the 6th grade I was a finalist in our school spelling bee. It was...”
– Dwight Shrute, The Office
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For the record, I’m still down about Justine Henin retiring (again).
I’m not sure we’ll see a downright beautiful one-handed backhand like that again anytime soon.
And I’ll also miss Pam Shriver & co. getting mad when Justine would yell ”Allez!” after an opponent’s unforced error. Ah, good times.
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January 2011
10 posts
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In reading a journal article on Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, which was wildly interested in itself, I came across this quote by the French Dada artist Francis Picabia. And it simply made me think.
(Most artists) “are always looking for an emotion that has already been felt, just as you like to get an old pair of trousers back from the cleaners, which seem new as long as you...
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“The thing is, a person’s life is like a TV show. I was the star of The...”
– Will, About A Boy
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c'est l'amour ?
Stuff I just love to death: art history, tennis, italian roast coffee on thursday morning, watching people fall, professors whose enthusiasm and mere knowledge inspires you, small cafés not full of hipsters, Flow Theory, Jeep.
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“I’d rather regret the things I’ve done than regret the things I...”
– Lucille Ball
deuce.
It’s amazing how easily we can flip from a state of radiant confidence to severe vulnerability.
It’s also amazing how we can flip back when we really want to.
December 2010
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A favorite quote from The L Word. Season 4, Episode 2.
Phyllis: (Speaking in reference to our generation) “They all still seem to think you can change the world through art.”
Bette: ”So do I.”
May 2010
4 posts
Summer: Okay, let me break it down for you.
McKenzie: Break it down!
Summer: Okay. I like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; we might as well have fun while we can and save the serious stuff for later.
McKenzie: You’re a dude. [to Tom] She’s...
“I was born at the age of twelve on an MGM lot”
– Judy Garland
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transient edibility
Apparently I write poetry when I’m angsty. And then I forget why I ever felt this way.
I am a reduction
An evasive kitchen
Where nothing tastes the way it’s written
Boiling, boiling plans for fusion
The burner forgotten
A taste of confusion