November 2010
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October 2010
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By studying others’ viewpoints, it is possible for us to discover new and...
– The Dalai Lama on twitter
September 2010
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Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs’ tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hit like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy...
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shibuistudios asked: neat blog - sam amidon and mt. eerie are great!
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The monster we've created
We mix ourselves with the environment in everything we do, and not every composite is poised to annihilate us. Gardens represent perhaps the most optimistic example of a negotiated plenty in which we can do some things but not others. Yet this is just the kind of humility that is lacking throughout our own culture. The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, now among the largest ever, covering (as of...
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How does time make itself felt in a shot? It becomes tangible when you sense...
– Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time: Reflections on the Cinema, Trans. Hunter-Blair, Kitty, London: Seventh University of Texas Press Printing, 2000, p. 116
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We walked back to the farm and sat down again in silence on the straw, out of...
– From The Quiet American (p. 45) by Graham Greene
August 2010
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British coalition govt considers privatisation of... →
I oppose this with all my heart:
Some of the most beautiful areas of Britain could be sold off and wildlife and countryside protection measures cut to the bone to meet expected 40% cuts in the budget of the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs, it emerged.
Among the plans being considered by the government, which once declared itself “the greenest ever”, are selling off...
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July 2010
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June 2010
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February 2010
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I found you on a blue evening
I found you
on a blue evening
when the earth had no idea
of its colour
the trees shook with discontent
they knew not which shade
with which they would wake.
I found dark roots in your hair
below a navy night
when the roots of the trees rattled
beneath the banks
and sent shoots from below the paving.
I found shoots in my chest
they crept from my nose
one night
I have never been as ill.
I found...
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My blonde and feathered thing
My blonde and feathered thing
we watched the seasons change
together
the crackle of the brittle autumn leaves
cackles
as the frost crept up the path
into our hearts
hers is small and moist
a little muscle
a red pea
as soft
beating
she imitates
my silly little sigh
she glances
with her opals
her weathered eyes
she imitates
the climbing sun
in June
blonde
her wings run the...
March 2009
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Ponytail Interview | Ragged Words →
‘We’re going home on Thursday and I think part of me is already on that plane. I’ve got one leg on the plane and the other is on the stage playing the show.’ Judging by the frenetic energy of Ponytail’s live performance, this image of Ken isn’t entirely discountable.
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February 2009
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