The Night BookThe Night Bookart, poetry, painting, literature, love, lust, night, dream, desire, body, sex, death, surrealism, eros, duende, humanism Articles
Los Angeles @ 3:13
2007-12-16 08:06:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Los Angeles @ 3:13, originally uploaded by levari. "Los Angeles, come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town."- John Fante, "Ask The Dust"
the subtle, quiet policy of scorched earth
2007-12-12 08:23:00 Unroll our history and,yes, it's true:we have lost much countryin each other,to each other;more than can ever beremembered,much less written down(even if old Homerwas still around.)Slashed and burned the landscape out mercilessly,ripped the dogs from the porchesand the babies from their cribsas we marched through,no regrets/no remorse,sometimes continue to,(for this is all animals with our stripes ever know how to do.)But somehow, through all our battered handsand sutured, unbleachable selves;through all these useless, no longer fitting feetwe have left in our wakewe have yet to surrenderan eye lash, a toe nail, a bone, or a dawnto any of them.Boulder, Colorado - 11/07 More About: Earth , Policy , Quiet , Scorched
Withdraw - 1994
2007-12-07 11:21:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Withdraw - 1994, originally uploaded by levari.
Girl At The Counter
2007-11-29 06:30:00 Girl At The Counter , originally uploaded by levari. More About: Girl
Kitai 2/07
2007-11-26 08:08:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Kitai 2/07, originally uploaded by levari.
Percy and Max
2007-11-19 08:02:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Percy and Max, originally uploaded by levari.
Kyle
2007-11-14 05:16:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Kyle , originally uploaded by levari.
The Clock Was Red
2007-11-12 23:37:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } The Clock Was Red, originally uploaded by levari.
my tribe
2007-11-10 11:56:00 megan's in the bedroom drawing and watching TV,brian's in the garage dreaming impossibility.junk Man's in his bedroomre-painting again,jeff's banging on the backdoorjust trying to get in.danny's on the telephonetrying to calm Jake,adam's in the bathroomthinking about the money he could make.liz went to New York Cityand she ain't ever coming home,now kyrsten drives around L.A.singing to herself alone.judd's in his apartmentnoon on Tuesdaytrying not to think.lee's lying on the couch -he hasn't moved in five hours -drawing humming birds in invisible ink.max is with Natashatrying to make love last.marko's with everyonehigh againfloats on past.mazzi's pouring coffee philosophically,mike's at the gymrehabbing his blown out knee.beau's busy wiping the bar downwatching the world get by,you wonder who will be the last of usto call the betand finally saygoodbyeLos Angeles - 8/02 More About: Tribe
Autumn Pages
2007-11-07 01:07:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Autumn Pages , originally uploaded by levari. More About: Ages
Pipes' Ping
2007-11-06 08:48:00 it's supposed to be winter andi'm officially tiredof all theirgrand gestures,symbolic meetings of solidarity,rallying cries,and statement games.right nowi want the forgotten,the never noticed,the pushed aside,the beetle's wing,the offscreen,bob marley's toe,the surrendered,and useless shadowsat 4 o'clock.it's supposed to be winter, andmy biology'shammeringfor a long overdue hibernationcurled behind closed doorswith you:what we see, feel, smell, tasteand nothing elsefor a while;and down blankets,and snow,and windowstranslucentfrom frost.tonight i turned the heat on for us,listened to the pipes' pingfor a while,pretendedi was waiting for yousomewhere else.Los Angeles - 2/15/06 More About: Pipes , Ping , Pipe
Envelope After Phone Call
2007-11-04 21:52:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Envelope After Phone Call , originally uploaded by levari. More About: Phone call
Sounds
2007-10-30 09:37:00 The pigeons calling to each other from roof to roof.The Lubavitch children playing secretly behind the dumpsters.The shattering of bottles across the street at dawn.The sirens and helicopters and spotlights shining through windows all night long.The ocean and its waves that somehow don't break.These the sounds of our routine, sleeping and awake.I admit that I have little memory for dates, anniversaries, birthdays, or all of those unforgettable moments...I have no memory but for the sounds of sounds,another morning I've been given again,and somehow youI found.Los Angeles - 1/22/07 More About: Sounds
The Double Flame
2007-10-27 03:17:00 "The dangerous nature of poetry is inherent in its composition and is a constant in all periods and in all poets. There is always a schism between social and poetic expression: poetry is the "other" voice. The voice beneath."-Octavio Paz More About: Double , Flame
The Tripping
2007-10-23 03:58:00 Driving...No, her drivingand him in the back seattrying to make sense of the mapon that one lane roadjust as it is starting to rain...This is the journey,the journey they had both been anticipatingfor weeks,waiting for without ever admitting itto each other.I'm talking about how it all comes down tohim wanting some strawberriesfrom the bag in the backseatand from there, well, it just goes...First the innuendo, then the accusationsthen the stories of each of their mutual abandonments, finally, the silence and the fear.Then her saying she has to use the bathroom, and him saying there's nowhere to stop,that they'll just have to push on.And then,not able to hold it,she begins to pee in her pants whilesimultaneously confessingEVERYTHING.Her jeans and the seatare seepedin the wetness, butshe just continues confessing.She will not stop confessing.Would you please stop confessing, please?!He doesn't want to know the list of namesdatesand exact locations,only because he can't match hers...
The Big Hold Out
2007-10-20 01:44:00 How long can all this speculation go on,all the maybes,the perhapses,the we'll just wait and see(s?)All the buying,and the selling,the negotiations for some supposed space like it's our most preciouscommodity.How long can we stareat computer screensalways waiting,always on,always telling uswho we areor who we are supposed to be?How long can we standto watch each otherplastered to our seatsthinking we're movingcloserwhen we're only driftingfarther away?How long until it feelslike this is oursand not some interviewyou've seen a thousand times beforeon late night TV?How long until I find you,the you who can makethis real with joy, painand everything in between,make me finally acceptthe transience of me?How long until we surrenderand let ourselves age and decay,bloom one last time,then finally fall away?Please, can someone, anyonejust tell ushow long until this hold out ends,and the subways start runningagain?12/27/05 - Brooklyn, NY More About: Hold
Try
2007-10-16 10:20:00 "Let's be new people.""What?""Let's be new people, people who don't know each other and never did.""Is that possible?""I don't know. I never tried it with anyone before.""Neither have I.""Do you want to try?""There's a lot of history. It's not like you can just forget...""Sure, we can forget. Maybe we could forget. You know, I know I could forget.""You never remember anything anyway. You can't remember where we went to dinner the last time we saw each other.""That's not true.""Then where?""I have a lot going on in my life.""See, it's easy for someone like you.""C'mon....Please!"What time is it?""Ten of twelve.""Yeah, for like, I don't know, a half hour we'll be strangers, okay.""It doesn't have to be like that, y'know.""Well, you know me.""Yeah.""So how do we do this? How do we begin?""I don't know."
akhmatova - 1924
2007-10-13 07:21:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } akhmatova - 1924, originally uploaded by levari. Alexandrian Society - 6/23/07The ancient Alexandrian Society every day played a game where in they convinced themselves that they were condemned to death in order to make their every day observations more poignant. In their minds images appeared in the memory as vivid fragments: Their memories do not proceed in sequence but run after one another in a jolting wave, a stream of images - once forgotten eyes, someone's light blue dress, the voice of a passing stranger - because the concrete fragments carried the perception of imminent death, readers would associate them with important moments in their own lives...Mikhail Kuzmin - "The Collected Poems of Anna Akhmatova"
Home
2007-10-12 22:04:00 "Keep away from fantasy. Shake off the image..."-Sam Shepard, "The Tooth of Crime"Philadelphia More About: Home
scraps found in pockets at dawn...
2007-10-12 01:24:00 you stare through the windowat the end of the hall -the bunches of blood rosesagainst the blue wall...wake up dead for all you had shouted,all you will never say;wake up dead and badly rhymingday after day.-------------phones diepeople prycats cryon occasioneven lovers trywe always lieno one can say why.(language comes early,and without any mercy.)phones prypeople still diecats always lie(that's the secret of their strut)lovers almost always try again even after prying through each other's lives. on occasion - I assume - someone knows why.(language came early,my only mercy.)-Brooklyn, New York More About: Dawn , Scraps
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
2007-10-11 09:31:00 ...is like Berlin Light. More About: Brooklyn , Williamsburg , Iams
Tragedies of The The Technological Age - Vol. 7 (What He Said)
2007-10-05 08:01:00 "These daysYeah....You could get away with murder.It would be easy,BecauseFor all our so-called technologyI just as soon figureNobody's really watching anyone elseat all.We think we are, but we're just staring ata TV show, a football game, a magazine coverall the while imagining ourselves.We think we're looking,but we're just dreamingour lives away.That guy over there?You could kill em' durin' a commercial breakbecausewe don't even know how to see each other anymore." More About: Tragedies , Dies , Logical , Logi
Last
2007-10-02 11:12:00 Hanging, yellowed notes and epigrams:scribbled reminders of meetings and moments,of pleasures and hedonism.Quotes by the knownto you (and perhaps me,) the unknown.Those carved, fountain lines, your elegantly restless handwriting;there were so many wordslining those mirrors and wallsthey often reminded meof leaves falling from treesas they blew aroundthat roomin the last autumn breeze.But more thanink and paper,these were your talismans,totems in miniatureto protect youfrom everlosing yourselfagain;I will never know if they worked.Tonightit's so quieton this coastrelentlessly juttingtowards Africa,and only now,staring outat wavesI can never know,do I finally realizehow little pleasure and hedonismthere wasfor you, the fading ballerinaof my ocean mind.Frigillana, Spain - 6/07
from the unwritten history
2007-09-26 01:22:00 #113 - silence has killed a lot more people than bombs ever have. More About: History , Written
Visiting Day
2007-09-24 08:12:00 Don't you know by now, you're kind is better at wanting then you will ever be at having. This is your gift and your tragedy that you chose and did not, your fault alone and can never be your fault.(blame the generation before, and the one before that, and the one ad infinitum...)This, you, is nothing but an animal nature.But you cannot know this, can you? Otherwise it would be different, and for it to be different would mean that your time is now. But, no, your time is not now. Soon enough, yes, but not quite now.So don't know yet. Not yet. No, not quite yet...9/22/07
Visiting Day
2007-09-24 08:12:00 Don't you know by now, you're kind is better at wanting then you will ever be at having. This is your gift and your tragedy that you chose and did not, your fault alone and can never be your fault.(blame the generation before, and the one before that, and the one ad infinitum...)This, you, is nothing but an animal nature.But you cannot know this, can you? Otherwise it would be different, and for it to be different would mean that your time is now. But, no, your time is not now. Soon enough, yes, but not quite now.So don't know yet. Not yet. No, not quite yet...Be patient and perhaps there is still some time left?No promises.9/22/07
Self and Other
2007-09-22 00:59:00 For better or worse you are what you do, but in private not public.
Autumn Cleaning
More articles from this author:2007-09-17 10:19:00 I've realized that the sudden loss of faith is not only important but necessary. Without it I would never clean my apartment. More About: Cleaning , Autumn , Autum 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
 |
|
 |
