like gold in the air of summer.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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Sunday, December 28, 2008
"
Cleansed is a nightmare of a play, it unreels somewhere between the back of your eyes and the centre of your brain with an unpredictable but remorseless logic. As with a nightmare, you cannot shut it out because nightmares are experienced with your whole body. As with a nightmare you feel that somebody else is dreaming it for you, spinning the images out of some need that you don't want to think of as your own.
"
John Peter on Sarah Kane's Cleansed, quoted by Graham Saunders
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SAMUEL BECKETT - Ohio Impromptu
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Friday, December 26, 2008
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - Transatlanticism
if i were to lose my sense of sight...
i am a body in a body and the body encloses me within it. it plummets through the scapes in a crazy state of excitement but the knowledge that it runs on tracks which have stood for years and years and years is reassuring, i dont have to worry about control, i only have to disembark at the point when it will be where i want to get off at. anywhere else is too far. i am so tired, but movement reverberates through me and Kane's thoughts seem to grow and grow and grow and seem almost within grasp of my understanding and i want to agree whole heartedly with her. i want to run through the saturated dreamlike forestscape that exists in the eternal sunshine of their spotless mind, in the space between memory and imagination. i want to feel the pain she wants to feel, to align the emotional with the physical. i want to leap off the ledge into this space before the closing shaft of light is gone, i want to fall and know i did not let us down. i want a physical manifestation of this impulse, so i never forget it. it is only instinctual i think, to want to fall into complete fear and utter hope, to cut a part of yourself to give away. i want to be human. i want my being to expand into every corner of you and to be completely engulfed by overwhelming, shifting, mercurial emotion in return. i want with a vengeance. i am unable to claim anything except for this desire. i only want to do what is right, fix everything i have done wrong. i want to unravel everything, and perform damage control. i want to live consciously, even if it were excruciating. if i were to lose my vision
maybe you'd think me delusional.
the world was plummeting past but inside the train the air in the cabin was still, and i saw dust smotes in the slanting sunlight, and i wanted to remember this feeling, so i took a picture, and wrote it down.
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module module module modules i want my modules
nus what are you doing? how do i promote you when you like that? eeeyer
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On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers
and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along
Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore
Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me
KT TUNSTALL - Other Side of the World
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Porch light alone as you stepped out.
You stepped out.
It made a silhouette of your head, then you walked down.
Jimmy Eat World - Untitled.
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Thursday, December 04, 2008
fart fart fart! :)
Riding on this know-how
Never been here before
Peculiarly entrusted
Possibly that's all
Is history recorded?
Does someone have a tape?
Surely, I'm no pioneer
Constellations stay the same
i'd like to write here that I'd like to remember
how nice the cold is
how it is dry everyday
the thrill of walking through the deep hollow echo of KG1
my fav fac library
long stoic corridors
the crisp leaves
the snow
stupidly clumsy and romantic cobblestones
the awesome dryers
lebensmittling
einkaufing
kennenlerning
tanzing
how it feels
i most especially want to remember
the people
otherness
schaffhausen
raclette
snow
coffee
classes
bookstores
travelling
learning
about people
myself
you.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
love it. thank you. <3we'll say PLEASE and BEG YOUR PARDON