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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
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
Western State of Mind
2007-09-14 23:00:00 sometimesno matter what you have gained,or what you have lost;no matter what you do,or do do do not do;no matter what you try,or what you fear;no matter who you are with,or who lives in you realer in their absencethen they ever didin your every day life;no matter what you gainedor finally lost...every once in a whileyou don't look away and allow yourself to understandthat the so-called soul has vacated the premises,the concept of "unique" is just another childhood lie,and all you really are now iseverythingyou can'thave.2/14/07 More About: Mind , State , Western , State Of Mind
In Rememory (Mythologize)
2007-09-12 11:41:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } In Memory, R.G.M. - 1974-2001, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Myth , Logi , Holo
Things i've Seen This Week
2007-09-07 21:35:00 Tarred up walls.Plastic, useless fingers that are trying to be flesh, useful fingers.A Child's elbow banging against a locked car door window (from the inside.)Dogs that run away.The text message that said he really is going to play Carnagie Hall.Apartment door hollowed out where the lock should be.A man asleep on a bench with one eye open.A balloon (happy anniversary!) someone forgot that was trapped in a doorway.A brown leaf banging across the sidewalk in the wind.Some letters I needed.Relief on her face as we sat on the floor paging through her portfolio. More About: Week , Things
The Garden
2007-09-03 00:02:00 We mostly whittleaway timeby dreaming of bodies pressed together all day,and then these same bodies rising,walking through corridorsof the photo albumorthe museum;down long hallwaysand out into the open airsurrounded by the crowdswho are foreversearching for the foodto replaceus.Somewhere deep insidewe know that there arebeautifulthingswe are supposed to have seen,felt,touched;even if we oncebelievedthey can only be knownoutsidethosewalls.There's little to be done about this.So for nowwe just walkwith the crowds,let them carryus,begin tomelt and mixawayas it always wasas it always should be;passing throughand over shaded, unmarkedpathsthat are supposedto beour history.Philadelphia - 2/16/07 More About: Garden , The G , Arden , Garde
A Little Nabokov For These Hot Days
2007-09-01 09:10:00 On days like this it's best to get lost in the shade, and Nabokov's shade is as wonderous as it comes. My relief to you from nature's discomfort (wherever you are) in the ocean of literature...The greatest opening of a novel written in the English Lanuage:"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms, she was always Lolita."-Lolita[I was] born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person . . . a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins. I am going to pass around in a minute some lovely, glossy-blue picture-postcards. He owned a luxurious hotel on the Riviera.A Swiss citizen . . . that dash of the Danube . ... More About: Days , These , Litt
City Boy
2007-08-26 01:04:00 ...The ocean rolls away into the horizon as gentle and blue as sadness itself. It is so silent here except for the buzz of flies floating around me, attracted to the sweat. The aroma from grass and flowers and pines infects everything. I sit on a rock my bare feet on fresh soil. I look around and it's as if I've come to the place where all the natural environments - desert, forest, ocean - converge and enter each other into one single element. I can literally watch as everything changes with each moment... This campsite is definitely surrounded and I need to get out of here now.Big Sur - 6/95 More About: City
Wet Down The Street
2007-08-26 00:48:00 Is it a memoryor just some movieyou once rentedon a Tuesday night?Is it historyor just a lie you once toldto cover yourtracks in an interesting way?Is it fact or just somethingyou keep shoutingreally, really LOUDBECAUSE YOU NEEDIT TO BE TRUE!?Is it loveor just guiltdressed up inits sunday best?Is it a dreamor are you still waitingto finally be able to sleep?The rain stoppedthe Santa Anna's have blown inclearing the sky,leaving it crisp,starlit.Why is itI'm alwaysoverdressedand expectantthe day afterthe first stormof Autumn?10/28/05 More About: Street
twittering machine
2007-08-23 10:07:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } twitteringmachinen, originally uploaded by levari. thank you... More About: Machine , Erin , Mach
totem
2007-08-22 10:10:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } totem, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Totem
Vision
2007-08-20 07:52:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Vision , originally uploaded by levari.
Wisdom From A Master
More articles from this author:2007-08-17 11:42:00 If you drink you're going to die.If you don't drink you're going to die.Better to drink.-My Zeyda More About: Wisdom , Master , Mast , Aster 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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