April 2011
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January 2011
1 post
Thousands of birds fell out of the sky. →
September 2010
1 post
all about falling. (how to survive when your... →
August 2010
1 post
You are drowning but knowing so will not help you.
Omen
by Joseph Campana
Outside, and without warning, the inexplicable raised its ugly head. The temperature went, again, and the sun went too: all south. And wouldn’t you know a single dark crow was sitting on a gravestone like a vicious monument to patience, mocking sleep, as if the world needed more cheap significance. All night through the woods rain made the same sullen song because the...
June 2010
2 posts
lighter than air. →
March 2010
3 posts
“All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive,...”
– Joseph Conrad (via nihilnoetia) (via booklover)
ICARUS with 3500 staples →
sometimes to fall, you need to be pushed. →
February 2010
3 posts
the bohemian sea (české moře)
(today when i got bored at work, i translated this czech poem that i saw on the prague metro once. it’s about the fictional sea of bohemia that is mentioned in shakespeare’s a winter’s tale.)
bohemian sea, gift of shakespeare
a fairytale mistake, which pleases
somewhat like love, hope and faith
a sea for a nonswimmer, a sea for walking
a sea without water and a sea...
icarus woodcuts. →
January 2010
26 posts
59.
The book about violence must be a book of quotations. For everyone speaks about violence. Is a book of memories, for everyone’s life is riddled. Whereas the floating hand of sexual love stirs the baby’s within, the floating arms of Godly love lift the earth to the sun. Whereas trees by the river greening. Girls in the coffee line, ravened and foamed. Precise in their aging, their...
Will birds eat bread in the shape of their own? →
No. They won’t.
the strange fall of Vesna Vulović →
Icarus is alive and well and working a desk job at Jat Airways.
when the birds fight back →
or, the avian equivalent of a suicide bomber
what brought icarus to the fuming sun.
Emballe: en ballet. Ce matin mon corps voulait parler -ni avec, ni a- tu me revulse avec ton corps triangle: il voulait parler pour, car mes dents frissonnent a ton approche. C’est pas le meme de faire l’amour tout seul. Mais j’en ai besoin. Mais je le prefere. Ce matin. Cet apres-midi. Ce soir. Cette nuit. J’y serai: ca me fait gueler de jalousie. J’ai souvent peur...
stenography, 10.1
“all these dangerous places to go for people like us
are just so pretty”
“Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful,...”
– Kim Addonizio (via quotesixty)
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...”
– Anaïs Nin (via quotesixty)
when it's warm →
Watch
Watch
great art has dreadful manners.
art is dangerous it can never be chaste, if it’s chaste it’s not art
Icarus By Christine Hemp
It was his idea, this flying thing. We collected feathers at night, stuffing our pockets with mourning dove down. By day, we’d weave and glue them with the wax I stole after we’d shooed the bees away.
Oh, how it felt, finally, to blow off Crete leaving a labyrinth of dead-ends: my clumsiness with figures, father’s calm impatience, cool logic,...
Icarus’ Diatribe By Aaron Pastula
How we have wasted the years here, Father; Grounded in the shadow of Talus, whom you envied Too much, and murdered. We might be free If
Ariadne had not received a precious ball of thread With which to save her lover, yet you would rescue Another even though we are trapped, and only Two left.
I’ve watched your shadows sleep against stone walls While...
Icarus By Tony Curtis
Out of an English summer morning’s sky drops an Indian who failed in flight miles short of heaven. This frozen Icarus thrown from the wheel-bay of a 747, splashes into a Surrey reservoir, cracking the water like a whip.
This poor man stowed away in the Delhi heat, curled himself into an oven of rubber and oil, and dreamed as he rose in the deafening take-off of food...
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph By Anne Sexton
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on, testing this strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made! There below are the trees, as awkward as camels; and here are the shocked starlings pumping past and think of innocent Icarus who is...
Icarus by Edward Field
Only the feathers floating around the hat Showed that anything more spectacular had occurred Than the usual drowning. The police preferred to ignore The confusing aspects of the case, And the witnesses ran off to a gang war. So the report filed and forgotten in the archives read simply Drowned, but it was wrong: Icarus Had swum away, coming at last to the city Where he...
The Fall of Icarus (Metamorphosis, VIII: 183-235) By Ovid, Translated by Sir Samuel Garth
These, as the angler at the silent brook, Or mountain-shepherd leaning on his crook, Or gaping plowman, from the vale descries, They stare, and view ‘em with religious eyes, And strait conclude ‘em Gods; since none, but they, Thro’ their own azure skies cou’d find a way. When now the...
and somehow, it really is all about the middle... →
“In no decade of the modern Middle East has the roll of failure been so democratic. The titans Arafat and Sharon fought their battle to the death, and both lost. Bill Clinton, Ehud Barak, Hassan Nasrallah, Ahmed Yassin, hilltop youth, Al Aqsa Martyrs, Yossi Beilin, the Yesha Council, even Jimmy Carter - all dreamed Icarus dreams and realized, only too late, that in the brilliant sun of the...
Freedom isn’t the act of shedding our attachments, but the practical capacity to work on them, to move around in their space, to form or dissolve them. The family only exists as a family, that is, as a hell, for those who’ve quit trying to alter its debilitating mechanisms, or don’t know how to. The freedom to uproot oneself has always been a phantasmic freedom. We can’t rid ourselves of what...
Phaedra by Stephanie Pippin
Nights the stars twitch like nerves.
Those skies are like her, dead
and not dead, and the sea—
Listen
she fell in love like a lunatic.
Like a goat she would have eaten
all his clothes to see him
walk away naked.
December 2009
50 posts
i just like this phrase
“like a dream decanted”
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born...”
– Pearl S. Buck
too many striking images →
hmmm, so i’m thinking a valuable prop that could be used for multiple purposes would be a parachute like you play with in pre-school also maybe a fan haha totally kitcsh. some of these pics show that idea, but if useless are pretty nonetheless.
'the dancer who found she could fly'
cant grow anymore.
I am sorry. Wait, no I’m not.
What exists now is the terrifying
But titillating spiral
A clear mind belies awareness
Transparency not clarity
Organic connections degraded, annihilated
Raw, wet with the refusal to accept
Explain the gravity of a falling leaf to the psychiatrist
Reacting with a brief shiver he is a mere continent away.
alone in feeling the spoon...
eden: →
using a set, wings, and art to understand reality and make it better
escape
And everything we do, all the stories we tell one another all the buildings we build all the clothes we wear all of civilization is just a single great effort to escape.
paradise park, charles mee
paper airplane competitions. →
