Posts tagged ‘inspiration’

September 15, 2010

Absorption Rates May Apply

today when walking to david’s tea i turned a corner and heard someone playing central park style piano with their 3rd floor apartment door open.
sometimes
i wonder

later that evening i had the immense honour of watching tarkovsky’s ZERKALO


less of a ‘movie’ and more of a cinematographic experience
even during a post-krushchev russia, tarkovsky managed to create a piece almost entirely devoid of political comment – even while including historical footage of war
the kind of film that tugs the back of your eyelids in lucid familiarity
after a spell of films that have left me desiring more, zerkalo is overflowing – above and beyond ART,,,,,

the film also features one of my favourite pieces by JS Bach Das alte Jahr vergangen ist
which is if not eerily similar to, reminds me of how i feel when i listen to C Cat Trance’s ‘Taksim

what do you think?

June 18, 2009

Kreetures + Mots

A wise man once said, in regards to the existence of objects in his absence

PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN

the octobunny, the platoctopillar.  the newest, most fun additions to the evolution.  just in time for ilhu to start darwin’s THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES on audiobook [which is difficult, considering the quality of the narrator’s voice. there on the mountain, the house of oaks, caterpillars rained on me. i began to shift an octobunny into a platoctopus, platoctopillar in ~chance colour choices, and other evolutionary mi/steaks

plat shit

fuck seashore.  give me seahorse seahell.

most recently thrown throne into the arms of the evolution is freeform lyfe [worn to crose yo fase]

Photobucket

[picture by RETEMA]

ways to clean your environment.  what began as a guilty action in the desire to make everything i own turned [or eveolved] into me, sitting in front of @navarino crocheting a nu dishrag turned into granny triage triangles.  i was thankfully interrupted such a menial task by the realised existence of a very certain book in such close proximity to my skin.  running down st viateur with 5-minute ago unknown energy, climbing over stacks and racks and wrecks of books for OAK MOT what a queer name!
oak mot!

trembling in every limb, i called the only person i knew to think of.  i divided all my books.  remaining were now the Six [PPP] [previously the Five] [i don’t think i could every replace ~these books]

patches // kelly vivanco
dada // kenneth coutte-smith
falling // [info]reqbat
the electric kool-aid acid test // tom wolfe
oak mot // crispin hellion glover
house of leaves // mark z danielewski

beginning to begin to take levels and take it to another bevel.