L`homme sans tete…
I recently went to Future Shorts Film Festival, Tokyo. I particularly enjoyed the idea and graphics of this short film directed by Juan Diego Solanas. Enjoy
L`homme sans tete, Juan Diego Solanas, 2011
(Source: vimeo.com)
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vol de nuit
The night before my flight to Paris. I dreamt about big soft sheets the color of sand, the texture of silk. I was slipping through, my body surrounded, slowly immersed in the color. I haven’t been to Paris in many many years. And I missed it just like that.
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Oh my heart Paris
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Departure scheduled in minus x days and i’m losing it.
This is such a great song and video though, filled with beautiful sound/word images just like those dance moves. Which gives some consolation.
“all i want is the moon upon a stick”
Radiohead_Lotus Flower_King of Limbs
PS: i’ve been thinking unfamiliar songs when i wake up, which could mean 1. i will soon switch to writing music (most probably not) 2. i have actually lost it (good / bad?)
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Around her the hot-house, resembling the nave of a church, with an arched glass roof supported by straight, slender iron columns, displayed its fat vegetation, its masses of lusty verdure, its spreading rockets of foliage.
in the middle, in an oval tank level with the flooring, lived, with the mysterious sea-green life of water-plants, all the aquatic flora of the tropics. Cyclanthus-plants, displayed their streaks of variegated green, raised a monumental girdle around the fountain, which resembled the truncated capital of some cyclopean column.
from Émile Zola The Kill (La Curée), 1871-72 + pictures from the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens
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Name me one (1) institution that can preserve and maintain within it’s own structures the very principles it promotes.
And I’m not referring to places where evil rules, because there it will certainly pervade (i.e the apparatus of the totalitarian state, from A-Z). I’m thinking about those glistening bright towers of knowledge, erected in support of freedom and rights.
Just 1…please…any?
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Let there be love
I’m thinking of writing a short detective story about the art scene in NY with the working title:
Stuck-up bitch meets Ginger Dog
It will be partly set on a poster beach, from an uninhabited island in the Pacific. But, I need more research, and I really dislike how my heroine may be perceived. Who am I fooling? I can’t write hate-lit to save my life.
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Hercules and Love Affair_Time Will
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Conclusions
Today I:
looked at pictures of airplanes
(yes, over the sea)
lost my pants
got drunk in the kitchen
and wondered what the future brings
Sidenote: I also got a 50cent discount on my hotdog + frappucino [definitely not coffee] + donut Lunch combo at the 33rd street subway underpass food cart in Queens
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On: The eternal lightness of being
¿Dónde están mis pantalones?
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
