Wednesday, April 27, 2011

and there was an oak tree

Their father said if they could see as God can, in geological time, they would see it leap out of the ground and turn in the sun and spread its arms and bask in the joys of being an oak tree in Iowa. Marilynne Robinson, Home
Photo: Kansas City School Board Meeting, Mike Sinclair

Monday, April 18, 2011

like comedy, like sex, like anything

“Don’t you think like most things, like comedy, like sex, like anything, it’s about timing? I think we collided with each other,” she adds, referring to her husband. Cate Blanchett

Sunday, April 17, 2011

reprise: the kiss

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing." Sylvia Plath
Photo from The Selby.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

the changes we want

"It's never the changes we want that change everything." The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz
Photo from the ue

Saturday, April 9, 2011

i could do ten sometimes

Interviewer: You said you were writing eight hours a day.
Franzen: I could do ten sometimes.
Interviewer: Even when things weren't working?
Franzen: I didn't have the experience of things not working. I didn't know enough to know when something wasn't all that good. The chapters just came clattering out.

Monday, April 4, 2011

wild and constant


Sometimes at night
when I can’t sleep

because of the wind
I go and stand
in the library of glaciers.

I stand in another world.
Not the past not the future.
Not paradise not reality not

a dream.
An other competence.
Wild and constant.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

changing light, colour and cloud

Riley had great freedom as a child and spent a lot of her time playing on the cliffs and beaches near Padstow where she lived. She spent hours watching the changing light, colour and cloud formations and stored away what she saw in memory. She has later said that these early memories have had a big impact on her visual awareness throughout her life. WRT Bridget Riley in Op-Art.co.uk via Tomboy Style

Kathryn Bentley bracelets and a shirt I want at Beklina

Sunday, March 27, 2011

it is the beginning of everything

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything. F. Scott Fitzgerald

Friday, March 25, 2011

SELF-PORTRAITS 72-73

"Curious about the problem of identity, I decided to photograph myself every day for a year. I was interested in when I would forget. The obsession with forgetting has been central. Having forgotten my mother, what she looked like, what she was like, how she treated me before she died when I was twelve, is still an abiding concern, though I have a much stronger sense of self now. But in 1972, not remembering meant, to some extent, not having existed, having to create a self without a foundation and trying to raise a daughter without remembering having been a child." Melissa Shook via even cleveland

Thursday, March 24, 2011

extremely loud and incredibly close

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love. Jonathon Safran Foer from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Photo by Chris Glass via swissmiss

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

keep a low overhead

The only thing you should have to do is find work you love to do. And I can't imagine living without having loved a person. A man, in my case. It could be a woman, but whatever. I think, what I always tell kids when they get out of class and ask, 'What should I do now?' I always say, 'Keep a low overhead. You're not going to make a lot of money.' And the next thing I say: 'Don't live with a person who doesn't respect your work.' That's the most important thing—that's more important than the money thing. I think those two things are very valuable pieces of information. Grace Paley

Friday, March 11, 2011

if it is accurate there is always form

When I write, my only concern is always accuracy. I try to write accurately from the poise of mind which lets us see that things are exactly what they seem. I never worry about beauty, if it is accurate there is always beauty. I never worry about form. If it is accurate there is always form. Lew Welch via Aubrey Road

Saturday, February 26, 2011

it is worth noting what anders did not remember

This is what he remembered. Heat. A baseball field. Yellow grass, the whirr of insects, himself leaning against a tree as the boys of the neighborhood gather for a pickup game. He looks on as the others argue the relative genius of Mantle and Mays. They have been worrying this subject all summer, and it has become tedious to Anders: an oppression, like the heat.

From "Bullet in the Brain" by Tobias Wolf

Photo by Feaverish on Etsy

Thursday, February 24, 2011

i'm not a starfish or pepper tree

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Saturday, February 19, 2011

you are my saturday poem

The Saturday Poem at The Guardian

patience

"Take the meat out of the pan and let it rest for about 5 minutes before serving to let the residual heat finish the cooking, and to allow the juices to stabilize. This is essential." The Art of Simple Food

Thursday, February 17, 2011

good, i said, that's what i want too

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.

Hell, I said, I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?

Yes. I want to ruin you.

Good, I said. That’s what I want too.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929

via books vs cigarettes

Photo from the Geology Teaching Slides of Dr. Arthur Gibbs Sylvester

via an ambitious project collapsing

Friday, February 11, 2011

all art is autobiographical

You exist only in what you do. Frederico Fellini
Photo: Frederico Fellini, Marcello Mastroianni and Sophia Loren
via the ugly earring

Sunday, February 6, 2011

turned out via horse hunting

In 1950, while accepting the Nobel Prize for literature, William Faulkner contended that there is one, and only one, subject worth writing about: the human heart in conflict with itself. Maud Newton on Deborah Eisenberg for NPR. And more from Maud in 2010

Saturday, February 5, 2011

horses

I rolled out of bed and noticed it was late. I raced through my morning ritual, going around the corner to the Moroccan bakery, grabbing a crusty roll, a sprig of fresh mint, some anchovies. I came back and boiled water, stuffed the pot with mint. I poured olive oil in the open roll, rinsed the anchovies and laid them inside, sprinkling in some cayenne pepper. Just Kids (p250), Patti Smith

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

still life with woodpecker

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free. Still Life with Woodpecker, Tom Robbins

Thursday, January 27, 2011

let them take tea together

It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week. Ezra Pound

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

what had commas to do with it

When I first began writing I felt that writing should go on I still do feel that it should go on but when I first began writing I was completely possessed by the necessity that writing should go on and if writing should go on what had commas and semi-colons to do with it what had commas to do with it what had periods to do with it what had small letters and capitals to do with writing going on which was at the time the most profound need I had in connection with writing. Gertrude Stein, Lectures in America via RAR.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

and these two

from the ugly earring:

And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world. All of them together was the stream of events, the music of life. Herman Hesse

and

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions. Rainer Maria Rilke

Saturday, January 22, 2011

the arc of a moral universe

"The arc of moral universe is long,” said Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., paraphrasing Theodore Parker, “but it bends towards justice." via Lesbian Dad

Friday, January 21, 2011

la pops

My papa is a distinguished sailor (second row, third from left).

Monday, January 17, 2011

origin of the eye tickle

Harry zeroed in on me with his mock, menacing stare. I started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because it tickles."
"You can feel that?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Fascinating!"
From Just Kids (p. 113).
Anyone who loves Harry Smith
should read Just Kids immediately.
Photo by Allen Ginsberg

Sunday, January 16, 2011

and your spirit and your clothes

I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
from "First We Take Manhattan" Leonard Cohen
Photo: Annie Hall

Thursday, January 13, 2011

for grace, after a party

You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
interest
me, it was love for you that set me
afire,

From "For Grace, After a Party" by Frank O'Hara via Books vs. Cigarettes. It's the line about the tirade against someone that doesn't interest me that gets me.
Photo by Mikael Kennedy via Horse Hunting

Monday, January 10, 2011

it's the telling

Writing isn’t just telling stories. It’s exactly the opposite. It’s telling everything at once. It’s the telling of a story, and the absence of a story. It’s telling a story through its absence. Practicalities, Marguerite Duras via le temps perdu (love this blog)
Bathers, David Park, 1954 on view at SFMOMA

Saturday, January 8, 2011

variation on the word sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you, sleeping.
I would like to sleep with you,
to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
Photo by Vivian Maier

Friday, January 7, 2011

is not always loud and bright and crowded

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around. EL Konigsburg, From the Crazy Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

freedom

The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways, everyday. David Foster Wallace in his speech at Kenyon College in 2005 via crankreport

Friday, December 31, 2010

it's new year's eve

And I miss Aimee so much.

we are not a good judge

When I give talks I enjoy showing examples of artists who are/were consistantly going out on a limb and experimenting with new ideas, many of whom bring all of their unique personality traits to the forefront. (Maira Kalman, Tim Burton, James Joyce, Frieda Kahlo, Charles Eames, Picasso, to name but a few). Things that are often perceived as quirky and strange to the general public, yet these are the things that make for a unique voice. We all have them, are we willing to present them to others? A conclusion that we might come to at some point is that we are not a good judge of what others will respond to. Keri Smith via Lemonade

Monday, December 27, 2010

valerie and bruno

“These were the people I lived with, these were my friends, these were my family, this was myself...there was no separation between me and what I was photographing." Nan Goldin from Art News
Photo: Nan Goldin, Valerie and Bruno, Valerie with pink panties, Paris, 2001

nan goldin

Nan Goldin in Berlin and on Charlie Rose.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

and i am the rain

the little lights off in the distance
(in one of those rooms we are
living) and I am the rain

and the others all
around you, and the loneliness you love,
and the universe that loves you specifically, maybe,