May 2012
1 post
Invention of Solitude
“Sometimes it feels as though we are wandering through a city without purpose. We walk down the the street, turn at random down another street, stop to admire the cornice of a building, bend down to inspect a splotch of tar on the pavement that reminds us of certain paintings we have admired, look at the faces of the people who pass us on the street, trying to imagine the lives they carry...
April 2012
6 posts
I want us to become a language
for euphoria, an alphabet of limbs
– Adonis, “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (via invisiblestories)
Well it’s pretty spooky, you know, because the nomination comes up, and...
– David Niven
I look back on it with a certain amount of wonder because we never imagined when...
– Orson Welles.
March 2012
3 posts
S.'s 30th →
And so we said, “that’s how I roll!”
This is the most engrossing magic eye I’ve seen… y por azares del destino, we ended up gawking at it in the morning, wrapped up in a mountain of genuisa: a subtle salute to birthday celebrations.
(Not that the actual animation is birthday-oriented.)
The forms of a language inevitably have repercussions upon the speaker, it is...
– Diego Marani, New Finnish Grammar (via invisiblestories)
February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
5 posts
No. 81
invisiblestories:
[Else, derived from the Old English elles, “other, otherwise, different,” which ultimately traces back to words meaning “in a foreign land.”]
Perhaps no voyage I embark upon will take me more distant than that of sliding my hand along the skin of your back.
Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My...
– This could be the lyrics to a bump ‘n’ grind hip hop song and yet:
Delight. Starland Vocal Band ’Afternoon Delight’
December 2011
5 posts
and because they were [her] fingers, those were the fingers I wanted to watch.
– Paul Auster The Book of Illusions
Paul Auster / 'Dawning'
”’[…] and then, stopping for a moment as Arp lifted his leg, something caught my eye. A glow on the sidewalk, a burst of brightness blinking our from the shadows. It had a bluish tint to it — rich blue, the blue of F.’s eyes. I crouched down to have a better look and saw that it was a stone ,perhaps a jewel of some kind. A moonstone, I thought, or a sapphire, or maybe...
Things which we see are not by themselves what we see… so that if we drop...
– Kant
November 2011
7 posts
Some 'precious moments' from way back when: ASDA
Got on the bus (21), en route to B&Q. Made it here fine, though I doubted myself for a moment or two.
“Get 2 pounds off when you use your membership card. There’s no place like ASDA”
That overhead as I stroll in the wonderland opened by the allocated puns. In my garbage-lady coat, wolf-hungry and at ASDA’s café, no less. In front of me, precious moment no. 1:
...
Reminds me of the "Stunners" crowd to no end...
Josh: Funny thing. It doesn't matter how much or how little you've wandered around, how many women you've been with, every once in a while one of them cuts right through, right straight into you.
Cable: What do you do about it?
Josh: I suppose, maybe, when you die you get her.
... I will always wonder what these women look like for each of them.
Seems to me you’ve been seventeen kinds of a damn fool. Not that it seems...
– Cable Hogue
All kinds of sweetness from Mr. Pekinpah in this… solid gold. Especially the preacher - what a character.
October 2011
5 posts
Etiquette
*takes place in a gallery near or on St. James' St. and is witnessed by a friend of the DEALER whose view is blocked by an... uh... let's call it an installation and the ASSISTANT who stands alongside the DEALER*
BUYER: I'd like to take ten of these
DEALER: That would be £XXX,XXX
BUYER: I will pay only half of that.
DEALER: Ok... I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you for half if you show me your knickers.
BUYER: *pause*
*some shuffling*
ASSISTANT: One should never wear white suspenders with black stockings.
September 2011
2 posts
August 2011
7 posts
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July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
7 posts
I've got a piece of my finger
I sliced it off while slicing paper.
I’m a clutz, what else is new?