Tag Archives: Books/Literature/Poetry

As of Late

I desire to write more often; but I do not.  As of late life has had a way of making the the simple act of putting pen to paper seem more laborious and futile than ever.

Every deed and every relationship is surrounded by an atmosphere of silence. Friendship needs no words–it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.
~D. Hammarskjöld, Markings

Feel free to escape the written silence by enjoying a little noise from my two new mixes: “As of Late, part 1 and part 2“. They are compilations of many recent blogtracks with a few new ones sprinkled in. Happy listening!

Just around the bend…

 

Summer feels so far away in season and in soul.  I needed this reminder today:

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

~ Mary Oliver

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Blogtracks:
– The xx, “Islands (Nosaj Thing remix)” (Download it HERE)
– Veils, “Bloom” (Download it HERE)
– Crystal Skulls, “Outgoing Behavior”

Some Days.

11.8.2010 – Gray meets U. Eco*

11.9.2010 – Sunrise*

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Blogtrack:
– Daft Punk, “Solar Sailer”
– Delphic, “Halcyon (Deadboy Remix)
– The Hundred in the Hands, “Pigeons (Screen Tests Remix)”

Working Weekends

I have had the distinct “joy” of working through my weekend.  Nothing quite rings in the holiday cheer like 10-16 hours days filled with research and writing, and my back beginning to imitate the curvature of my 92-year-old grandma’s osteoporosis-ridden spine.  Ba humbug.

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12.3.2010 – Empty Bookshelves: Oh the Possibilities* (Orange, CA)

12.4.2010 –  Short and to the Point* (USN)

12.5.2010 – Cuppa*

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Blogtrack:
– Another beautiful mix courtesy of Michael A. Muller of Threading in the Choirs.

Circling toward the Center

It is Thanksgiving weekend, and life is beginning to settle.  Please do not read “settle” in terms of answers or direction — if that were the case I would be too busy celebrating to type –; rather thoughts and concerns that once seemed so burdensome and disparate are beginning to circle around a single idea.  I have wrestled with what it means to live out this idea for the better part of the last decade.  I will write and explore this more (and with far less ambiguity) once work settles down a bit.

Until then, Project 365 continues:

11.25.2010 – A Thing for Gray* — I was too busy prepping and cooking, helping my folks skype with family in Belgium, and making sure all my siblings were able to speak with my grandma, and chatting with my grandma and uncle, to remember to take photos.

11.26.2010 – The Long Beach* (Long Beach, CA) — Of recent, I have been drawn to blurry, out-of-focus photos.

11.27.2010 – Gray + Pocket*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.”                                                                       -Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Under the Weather

11.8.2010 – 4×4* — The only thing I could “concentrate” on was organizing the recipe binders and boxes I received from my grandma.  I’m not sure what it was about the 1950s suburban housewife and the affinity for jello, mayonnaise, and shortening, but, needless to say, those recipes found a new home in the recycling bin.

Oh, and happy birthday BWJ!

11.9.2010 – Jamba*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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While conducting a major purging/fall cleaning over the weekend, I came across the following poem I clipped from the Edinburghian literary magazine, Small Fry Magazine‘s first issue (Dec. 2001):

the first love

green light of river,
invertebrate night slipping
under water,

I know the distance of you,

the voice of you,

the hardly gone but absent heart
of you.

The balcony, a tree bleeds
spring
rain washed Bottlebrush hush of
afternoon school ten years past.

This is the first love, this
blue sky blue I
follow, awhisper, to the other life,
the time well
where
there is the silent curve of your
hand in my hair

where
breeching moons
reach for each other

and separate, a necessity of orbit.

I remember,
this place,
from which I rise like a phoenix,
a time blossom, born.

I am home,

this sunshine,

eye of this -my-life,
born, breaths,
first love,
old love,
love from earth opened
like a wound, fearless.
And you, and they, and love’s
trajectories, scars across continents,
the debris of this first love.
I gravitate to where I began.
Centrepoint,
and land like my heart beating.

~m. noble

For a reminder of the crisp and ancient beauty of Edinburgh see these photos by Brian Ferry of the blue hour.

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Blogtrack:
– The New Amsterdams, “Slight Run”
– The Walkmen, “Blue as Your Blood” — Watch the Gothamist House & Foglight Films video filmed at the NYC Public Library here.

Faulty Shutter

My camera’s shutter stopped functioning properly, so it is being repaired by the good people at Canon.  In the mean time I am making use of a borrowed camera.  Needless to say the first two photographs (11.6.2010 and 11.7.2010) show my poor use of said camera.  It can only get better from here.  Right?

11.4.2010 – Duo* (Irvine, CA)

11.5.2010 – PHOTO FAIL

11.6.2010 – Over Exposed Heart*

11.7.2010 –  Painfully Out of Focus* (Berkeley, CA)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This is My Prayer

the daylight is its own hallelujah
I guess it is helping us to stand
bringing a hope like the morning
and some things I just don’t understand

holy holy
the bone and the gospel
the Word made flesh
dwelling among us
among us

thank You Father
for joy despite ourselves
for never really being alone
thank You for mercy, for mercy
for water that tastes like people sometimes
beautiful messy people
drinking up the water of life

You are constancy
not withholding, never withdrawing
help us remember
that the work of loving You and our neighbors
is a joy, a thanksgiving, a gift
an act of gratitude

thank You
break us and call us Your own
amen.

~ S. Masen

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Blogtrack:
– Voxhaul Broadcast, “Leaving on the 5th”
– All Saints Day, “it’ll come around”