Moving again.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
...but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go. Well, that depends on where you want to get to.
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Labels:
lost
Royal Blue CRV day
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Finally getting my car today. Welcome to the real world...
Welcome to Miami (bienvenido a Miami)
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Labels:
street photography
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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This movie had the strangest set of characters I've ever watched.
Labels:
movies
Moving Day 1
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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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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!
Labels:
turners falls
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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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Labels:
insomnia
Two for the Road
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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."
Labels:
recommended movies
Visiting the Guggenheim
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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.”
Labels:
guggenheim,
museum,
new york
Disaggregation
Saturday, August 08, 2009
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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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.
Labels:
poetry
This is my fate.
Friday, August 07, 2009
We wait. We continue to wait. For something. Some day.
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Labels:
waiting
Solitude
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
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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They find no comfort in a spacious bed shared with death.
Labels:
loneliness,
solitude
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