November 2008
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Nov 23rd
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Listen I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss me ...
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Je veux être seul reste-la, toi ta geule je ne peux pas me calmer laisse-moi tempêter j’ai trop des tristes pensés pour ça je veux crier je ne suis pas contente furieuse comme un enfant c’est la manie c’est la manie je ne suis pas genée j’ai un esprit troublé donne-moi un peu de temps ça passera par le vent je veux être seul reste-la, toi ta geule je ne peux pas me calmer...
Nov 23rd
“Dentro dai fuochi son li spirti;/ catun si fascia di quel ch’elli e inceso’ (‘Within the fires are the spirits: each swathes himself with that which burns him’) Dante’s Inferno
Nov 23rd
“Tomorrow afternoon. I can’t come.” “Why not?” “Oh, the usual reason. It’s started early this time.” For a moment he was violently angry. During the month that he had known her the nature of his desire for her had changed. At the beginning there had been little true sensuality in it. Their first love-making had been simply an act of the will. But...
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Nov 22nd
ListenDo you think Clementine and Joel would have stayed...
Nov 18th
“Looking at herself, she wondered what she would be like if her nose grew a millimetre a day. How long would it take before her face began to look like someone else’s? And if various parts of her body began to grow and shrink and Tereza no longer looked like herself, would she still be herself, would she still be Tereza? Of course. Even if Tereza were completely unlike Tereza, her...
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in⋅ter⋅lude  [in-ter-lood] –noun 1.an intervening episode, period, space, etc. 2.a short dramatic piece, esp. of a light or farcical character, formerly introduced between the parts or acts of miracle and morality plays or given as part of other entertainments. 3.one of the early English farces or comedies, as those written by John Heywood, which grew out of such pieces. 4.any intermediate...
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ecriture feminine
“I am spacious, singing flesh, on which is grafted no one knows which I, more or less human, but alive because of transformation. Write! And your self-seeking text will know itself better than flesh and blood, rising … with sonorous, perfumed ingredients, a lively combination of flying colours, leaves, and rivers plunging into the sea we feed.” -Cixous
Nov 10th
“Schools serve the same social functions as prisons and mental institutions- to define, classify, control, and regulate people.” Michel Foucault
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“”Wannabeism” and “Copy culture” are in themselves harmless, as they indicate cultural immaturity and the fervent desire to belong„ but they also indicate cultural dereliction and displacement. Copy culture is still culture, but as a form of cultural displacement, is like a pig that bleats.” -“Art, Globalisation and Cultural Displacement” By...
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ListenYou and me always, and forever ba ba ba ba da ba...
Nov 9th
I am not I. I am this one Walking beside me whom I do not see. Whom at times I manage to visit, And at other times I forget. The one who remains silent when I talk, The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate, The one who takes a walk when I am indoors, The one who will remain standing when I die. - Juan Ramón Jiménez (1881-1958)
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Nov 2nd
Marilyn Kirschner interviews Style iconoclast Iris... →
M.K.: I always think of Diana Vreeland’s quote, “Bad taste is better than no taste”…Don’t you think that a little bit of bad taste is what makes fashion interesting? I.A.: Oh absolutely! I think that when you’re so well put together, I mean like so many homes today…and I hate what is done today, like standard equipment…and that’s what it is…. everybody has to have the...
Nov 1st
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Nov 1st
“That is why he was so surprised to wake up and find Tereza squeezing his hand tightly. Lying there looking at her, he could not quite understand what had happened. But as he ran through the previous few hours in his mind, he began to sense an aura of hitherto unknown happiness emanating from them. From that time on they both looked forward to sleeping together. I might even say that...
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