Paper Heart

All you need is LOOOVE!

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New York, I love you

Something to look forward to this Fall! I hope I find the time!!

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Gigantic

A pick-up game is something unplanned where people respond to events as they happen.

This movie had the strangest set of characters I've ever watched.

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Moving Day 1

One way in...one way out.

It would be an understatement to say that it was a wreck. Hahaha. The look on my mom's face was priceless. The living room was covered in blue tarp (I forgot to take a picture) and the landlord's power tools were scattered around together with the flecks of paint that he chipped off the walls.

Here's how it looked:

I think the landlord got carried away with the wall panels. At least I have a brick wall now! Yay!




the kitchen.


Putting the bed together...


("preserved art"-->we found paintings inside the refrigerator...)

After a couple of hours...


TADA!

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Sleep comes roughly these days, almost instantaneous actually, like a sharp blow on the head. The pain comes after the dreamlessness. A heavy weight stabilizes my heart that continues to beat against me. And exhausted as I am, I still wake up loving you.

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Two for the Road

Script

"I can see myself stuck on this boat for life,
going backwards and forwards."

"If there's one thing I really despise,
it's an indispensable woman."

"Why is it, when you give a woman what
she wants, she gets so bloody minded?
You don't give me what I want.
You give me what you want to give me."

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Visiting the Guggenheim

By Afro.


By Conrad Marca-Relli (patches of cloth that he collaged together)


Scepter by William Baziotes


Woman Ironing by Pablo Picasso


Dusk by William Baziotes

[art] “brings forth those strange memories and psychic feelings that mystify and fascinate all of us.”

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Disaggregation

It was a strange condition of cracking from the core.
Pieces fall away, for no apparent reason.
Muss es sein? Es muss sein!
The sculptor cries in his grave--
His art has no lasting impression on time.

Restorers find noses
Crumbled into dust,
Resigned to unremembered scents.
Like the telltale sweat of someone struggling to survive.
But stone reveals itself as only stone,
Coolly collected,
As strange hands attempt to replace
broken parts.

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This is my fate.

We wait. We continue to wait. For something. Some day.

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Solitude

Tonight, the sky is inky black, murky. False hopes are built upon vague promises like wishes whispered to invisible stars, "We will meet again." There are no witnesses tonight. A couple goes to bed, hopeful to dream of Kitsch. The woman tosses in her sleep searching for a lost heartbeat. The man curls up into a fetal position, yearning for warmth. An arm reaches over to the other side--absence, the presence of space.

They find no comfort in a spacious bed shared with death.

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Atmospheric Disturbances 2

"People naturally perseverate on their personal tragedies, even though such perseveration doesn't really serve anyone, neither the living nor the dead...It's simply not a practical use of time to think constantly of the dead. I'm not heartless, and I do regret that I must sound that way, and I understand how resilience is in its way a demonic kind of strength, a strength that is discomforting evidence against the existence of true, eternal love. But is it better for the living to burn themselves in others' funeral pyres? As I wrote, once, "Mourning should be mortal." And, well, I think it's worth considering why memorial writing is so awful, why it so entirely fails to communicate the feeling of loss. I at least feel that it fails. Those vague earnest words all seem so demeaning, so shameful, like strangers hearing the sound of you going to the bathroom."

-Rivka Galchen, Atmospheric Distubances

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Mud and more Mud!

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Music spills over us, like the tears on your face. You attempt to sing along as the notes reverberate deep within your chest, triggering a mix of emotions. We watch crowds slosh and stamp barefoot on muddy pools, rejoicing their discomfort.The stink mixed with burning marijuana fills the air. I wonder how it felt...to have shit all over my face and still feel happy.


I don't know how to relieve your pain. And that troubles me.

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APW Highlights

I don't have a lot of pictures of people actually performing...but...here's a glimpse of our fun 3-days!


Coldplay!


Layers of Mud, People, and City


Muddy Shoes


How youu doin'?


F*ck My Bloody Valentine


Wallowing in the Mud in the Moonlight


Tokyo Police Club


I want One!!


The Eye of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

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