Siegfried (however the hell you spell that) Kracauer discussed the photographic portrait as a collection of all the transient, incidental, non-essential details of a person. Most salient in the picture are the antiquated fashions, the long gloves, the absurd hairstyles. You see your grandmother not as you knew her, but free of wrinkles, virtually ( Read more... )

way interesting, check this out

Evenings like these condense tiny particles of forgotten self into ripe heavy droplets ( Read more... )

this is more-or-less the meaning, and mm-
“The artist, like the lover*, is always in search of silence and solitude; because inspiration allows the world to become distant in order to be able to enter.”
~Julián del Casal

*the Spanish have a much better word for this, enamorado, which is more of a one-in-love [with the world, with dreams, with ( Read more... )

oh swarthmore, darling,
i notice you decided to begin prospective/admitted students' weekend on a day that happens to be 4/20 AND international no pants day. oh how i approve of your sense of humor/style.
sizzlingly,
moi

Words slip over me like the quiet lake-water of evenings ( Read more... )

Tell me a story ( Read more... )

Good morning, darlings,

It's a beautiful day.

It's something you've been told and have recited, relived over and over in your mind. Like a creation myth, it is ingrained into your memory, tattooed across your soul, though the colors and settings and characters become larger than life and begin to change--fuzzy at the edges--blurred and remixed with your own changes in character and experience ( Read more... )

Layla has young twinkly eyes behind short silvery waves, and touches of a soft European accent. She reminds me a little of Toula, the nurse at TJ. "Sure," she says, and then, "Oh, you don't want to interview me. Go find somebody more interesting." But she doesn't object as I plug in the tape recorder to a power strip on the floor in the middle ( Read more... )