New York, I love you more.
My heart belongs to this city where imagination is kept alive on the streets.
Outside is the fire escape. We need escapes for everything, not only fire. Betrayal is constantly at our heels.
Labels:
new york,
street photography
New York, I love you.
This is C. Life draws itself around her and beyond her. But she doesn't know it yet. At 18, she's almost 25. She bridges our age gap with art and laughter. I think her laugh is one of the best that I've ever heard.
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Labels:
claudia,
new york,
street photography
Pictures of The Floating World
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Bleed into simple lines,
Which knows
Neither sadness nor joy,
Neither denial nor fulfillment,
But knows beauty—
Knows only beauty.
This is David Turner. Check out his work! It's because of people like him that people like me strive to become better every day.
Labels:
david turner,
photography,
reul de vera poetry
Rilke on Love and and Other Difficulties
If only we arrange our life according
to that principle which counsels us
that we must always hold to the difficult,
then that which now still seems to us
the most alien become what we
most trust and find most faithful.
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to that principle which counsels us
that we must always hold to the difficult,
then that which now still seems to us
the most alien become what we
most trust and find most faithful.
Spaces are Necessary.
It only takes one
hesitant step.
A simple movement.
I've decided.
I am "me."
Beyond this point,
"We" no longer exist.
And I am alone.
And you aren't following.
How does it feel to
dissolve into absence,
After years of re-membering
our ways to fit the gaps?
Memory is devoured by time.
And momentary edges remind us of what we've lost.
Music endures.
Sometime we tell stories.
For the past holds fondness for ignorance:
(I miss you, terribly.)
"It was always better then."
"This is our song!"
Although stretched taught,
Strings do not break away.
For it is in returning,
That leaving meant something.
A lone guitar wails for a moment,
have I already lost you?
Caressed by callused fingers,
We are used to playing this game of departure and return:
Hush, I am here.
Strings merge and separate
into a melody, a duet breaks a century of silence.
[There is constant space between us.
There has always been space between us.]
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hesitant step.
A simple movement.
I've decided.
I am "me."
Beyond this point,
"We" no longer exist.
And I am alone.
And you aren't following.
How does it feel to
dissolve into absence,
After years of re-membering
our ways to fit the gaps?
Memory is devoured by time.
And momentary edges remind us of what we've lost.
Music endures.
Sometime we tell stories.
For the past holds fondness for ignorance:
(I miss you, terribly.)
"It was always better then."
"This is our song!"
Although stretched taught,
Strings do not break away.
For it is in returning,
That leaving meant something.
A lone guitar wails for a moment,
have I already lost you?
Caressed by callused fingers,
We are used to playing this game of departure and return:
Hush, I am here.
Strings merge and separate
into a melody, a duet breaks a century of silence.
[There is constant space between us.
There has always been space between us.]
Labels:
poetry
This is Where We Live by Pablo Neruda
I am grateful to the earth
for having waited
for me
when the sky and sea came together
like two lips touching;
for that's no small thing, no?--
to have lived
through one solitude to arrive at another,
to feel oneself many things and recover wholeness.
I love all the things there are,
and of all fires
love is the only inexhaustible one;
and that's why I go from life to life,
from guitar to guitar,
and I have no fear
of light or of shade,
and almost being earth myself,
I spoon away at infinity.
Labels:
pablo neruda,
poetry
Oct. 22, 2009 Evening playlist
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Pick of the night: Do You Realize??- The Flaming Lips
One Chance- Modest Mouse
Electric Feel- MGMT
On Call- Kings of Leon
I will Follow Your into the Dark- Death Cab
Finer Feelings- Spoon
Read My Mind- The Killers
Australia- The Shins
Closer- Kings of Leon
The Ocean Breathes Salty- Modest Mouse
Do You Realize? that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize? we're floating in space
Do You Realize? that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize? that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize? that everyone you know
Someday will die.
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One Chance- Modest Mouse
Electric Feel- MGMT
On Call- Kings of Leon
I will Follow Your into the Dark- Death Cab
Finer Feelings- Spoon
Read My Mind- The Killers
Australia- The Shins
Closer- Kings of Leon
The Ocean Breathes Salty- Modest Mouse
Do You Realize? that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize? we're floating in space
Do You Realize? that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize? that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize? that everyone you know
Someday will die.
Labels:
music
Leaves in a puddle.
This is where C and I ended up the other day. I found an inky puddle on the road with fall leaves drowning in it.
Labels:
fall 2009,
leaves,
massachusetts,
photography
φῶς (phos) "light" and γραφή (graphê)
Drawing with Light
This is our fate:
to see things that aren't there.
The next movement is an anticipated
syncopation,
breaking into gesture.
A sigh, a head lays on a shoulder.
This is our fate:
To forget what we saw,
For color cannot be remembered.
Light falls differently on every eye absorbing a moment.
This is our fate:
To know the difference.
For to compose, composite, de-compose,
is to choose a story.
(They will never know.)
They should know,
that reality does not satisfy the dreamer.
This is our fate:
To blink, to lose an instant to time.
For clicking opens the shutter long enough,
only to close as quickly.
Eyes water and to dream is a forgivable luxury.
This is our fate:
to step away from ourselves.
For distance allows us to focus, unfocus,
until the decisive moment.
This is our fate:
To record history with silence.
For every print trades its lightness for gravity.
A mimicry of stories unfold in front of the viewers gaze.
(to be continued within the course of the year. probably. hopefully!)
This just might evolve into one of my pet projects. I'm thinking of taking photos to match each stanza and perhaps put together a small book.
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This is our fate:
to see things that aren't there.
The next movement is an anticipated
syncopation,
breaking into gesture.
A sigh, a head lays on a shoulder.
This is our fate:
To forget what we saw,
For color cannot be remembered.
Light falls differently on every eye absorbing a moment.
This is our fate:
To know the difference.
For to compose, composite, de-compose,
is to choose a story.
(They will never know.)
They should know,
that reality does not satisfy the dreamer.
This is our fate:
To blink, to lose an instant to time.
For clicking opens the shutter long enough,
only to close as quickly.
Eyes water and to dream is a forgivable luxury.
This is our fate:
to step away from ourselves.
For distance allows us to focus, unfocus,
until the decisive moment.
This is our fate:
To record history with silence.
For every print trades its lightness for gravity.
A mimicry of stories unfold in front of the viewers gaze.
(to be continued within the course of the year. probably. hopefully!)
This just might evolve into one of my pet projects. I'm thinking of taking photos to match each stanza and perhaps put together a small book.
Labels:
light,
pet project,
photography,
poetry
Enough is enough.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
3am mornings in a row. Death to the witching hour.
I think I made up for my lack of sleep in the worst way. I kept on passing out in school at random intervals except when it mattered: dinner time! Such. a. fatty.
I suppose make-up sleep was overdue because during IT class, a photo of a tree/sky reflection started to look like faces every time I'd open my eyes after dozing off. It reminded me of my bathroom walls back home.
Ah, home. What I would give to sleep soundly.
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I think I made up for my lack of sleep in the worst way. I kept on passing out in school at random intervals except when it mattered: dinner time! Such. a. fatty.
I suppose make-up sleep was overdue because during IT class, a photo of a tree/sky reflection started to look like faces every time I'd open my eyes after dozing off. It reminded me of my bathroom walls back home.
Ah, home. What I would give to sleep soundly.
Labels:
insomnia
October 20th Morning Playlist
Marching Bands of Manhattan- Death Cab for Cutie
Passing Afternoon- Iron & Wine
Bulletproof Weeks- Matt Nathanson
On your Porch- The Format
Only You- Joshua Radin
This Modern Love- Bloc Party
The Swell Season- Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
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Marching Bands of Manhattan- Death Cab for Cutie
Passing Afternoon- Iron & Wine
Bulletproof Weeks- Matt Nathanson
On your Porch- The Format
Only You- Joshua Radin
This Modern Love- Bloc Party
The Swell Season- Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
Labels:
music,
photography
3AM again.
I hope these 3AM mornings aren't becoming a habit. Sleep, would you be so kind to let me dream? I prefer silence, instead of this humming quiet of thoughts creeping from shadowy corners. Come to think of it, I've been listening to music constantly.
It's only 7am and the day is already half-way over! That's what I get for keeping up with the timezones. Good evening, Manila. It's time to chase some frost.
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It's only 7am and the day is already half-way over! That's what I get for keeping up with the timezones. Good evening, Manila. It's time to chase some frost.
Labels:
insomnia
Dead stars
Monday, October 19, 2009
Labels:
photography,
stars
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