talking of Michaelangelo.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
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Alone // 8:48 pm
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
Poe
Monday, February 19, 2018
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just tropes // 9:58 am
What is a tragedy viewed up close and a comedy from afar?
c'est la vie
If I died, I think he'd regret it.
(how Shakespearean.)
Saturday, February 10, 2018
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blue, gold and black lace // 8:24 am
There are some dreams that, when you wake up, you still feel its tremors. The intensity keeps you under. It's almost as if you were in the film of your unconsciousness..... The mosaics you saw, that old gallery room with unreachable ceilings, the observation deck of the things you want to see and that poignant feeling of being so lost. You can't shake it. And who was he anyway? And now you are in trouble. Those monumentous green statues far far away in some apocalytpic wasteland were...? And the money and the vice and the strange circumstance. Will I see you again if i can decode your message? What is in three years? And you, why were you there in that moment of distress. I cried. And there was that haphazard green paper star saying I won I won but won what if I'm never going to see you again? And you are in trouble, those eyes that pierced you and all those excuses you made were naught because they knew and only he would hold you.
Thursday, February 01, 2018
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feel my feet above the ground // 8:06 am
"
In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night,
and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of 30 and have less to offer each time we start with someone new.
But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—
what a waste!"
said his father
(still looping in my mind's eye
Call Me By Your Name)
feeling so empty right now
felt too much at once then tumbled down the same rabbit hole
"Unable to perceive the shape of you,
I find you all around me.
Your presence fills my eyes with your love,
It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere."
from
The Shape of Water
(Oscar films catch up)
