June 2010
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A very late Tuesday Poem: Equine Fever by...
I’m opaque and somber – A dark horse cannot stay dark                         for long when you shine                                        a beam in                                            its eye. That’s the use for powerful torches, to light the way. See how he runs, see how he runs. Don’t worry I will leg yield* across the room.   *Yes, horses do make a landscape more...
Jun 28th
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Jun 28th
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Jun 26th
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Jun 25th
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Wikipedia pages I have bookmarked over the past...
Bae Doona Kodansha Manga Award Tractatus Logico-Philophicus Panoptican Sound Poetry Hilton Kramer K Foundation Pyschogeography Solar Term The Sandman (Vertigo) Richard Peter
Jun 22nd
“Poetry – it’s like a radio wave of directional channels. Only the right person...”
– Huang Jing
Jun 22nd
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Tuesday poem: Excerpt from Lyn Hejinian's My Life:...
Reason looks for        Where I woke and was awake, in the two, then                  room fitting the wall, withdrawn, I arranges it                had my desk and thus my corner. from there                While waiting, waltz. The soles of                                our boots wear thin, but the soles of                                our feet grow thick. The difference...
Jun 21st
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Jun 21st
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I hate sweating. I. HATE. SWEATING.
(via momihavetopee)
Jun 16th
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Jun 15th
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Yesterday evening
mother: You don't really talk to anyone do you?
me: No
mother: Why?
me: ...I'm a recluse
Jun 15th
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Tuesday Poem: A burnt offering to your Greenstone...
When i go Earth, I shall not succumb To your pervasive cluth;   nor forbear the sun’s hot licks, or ribbed umbrella of rain slanting.   I’ll not crouch there to the lee side, sit lonely in the shadow of the shadow of the wind.   Burnt and sere, my soul on ashen wings Shall dust instead the leaning   greenstone walls of Tangaroa advancing, Crumbling…   Ah, then watch him froth and gag,...
Jun 14th
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-6-13) →
Ee (19) Nina Simone (14) Ketchup (11) 李志 (11) Loro’s (11) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Jun 13th
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Listen AGF//Cognitive Modules Party II This song is my...
Jun 13th
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“after all, don’t feel like nothing like walking away like a mouth full...”
– Isobel Campbell/Mark Lanegan
Jun 12th
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Jun 11th
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Jun 10th
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-6-6) →
Zitten (짙은) (27) Bluedawn (25) Yasushi Yoshida (23) 한희정 (18) AGF (16) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Jun 7th
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Jun 2nd
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When Bay area poets met at the Berkeley Art Museum in the spring of 2009 as part of an exhibit exploring the relationship between art and nature, former Poet Laureate Robert Hass began his introductions with a lament over the declining value we ascribe to the natural world.  The Oxford Junior Dictionary had just announced it was making room for modern technological terms like BlackBerry,...
Jun 2nd
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Jun 1st
What is art?
sympathyfortheartgallery: i-peach-feng-shui: “The short answer to this question is: What artists make with the intention that it be art. Validation of the result depends primarily upon artists, and then art dealers, critics, curators, collectors and historians.  That the question is so often posted today by the public is a recent phenomenon in history. Its cause comes from critical thinking by...
Jun 1st
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“Q: Why do you sometimes put dates on photos? NA: It is making fun of the fact...”
– INTERVIEW: “Nobuyoshi Araki Interviewed by Jérôme Sans” (via standardgrey) (via sympathyfortheartgallery)
Jun 1st
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-5-30) →
뷰티풀데이즈 (18) AGF (16) 范曉萱 (15) Zitten (짙은) (14) 常石磊 (14) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Jun 1st
May 2010
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Tuesday poem: Five Ways to Help You Pass Safely...
1. Whistle a tune your father whistled when you were a child 2. Cross the first two fingers of your left hand 3. If you lose sight of the moon hold it in the mind’s eye 4. Imagine the colours that surround you waiting for the first kiss of morning 5. Keep a Kalashnikov in the glove compartment by Roger McGough ——— A few months ago I photocopied this poem and stuck it...
May 31st