Sunday, August 31, 2008

Friday, August 29, 2008




view from my window.

my wall.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Garden of Eden


Welcome To the Jungle







Monday, August 25, 2008



Thursday, August 14, 2008


ALICIA


Wednesday, August 13, 2008

beyond ancient



Monday, August 04, 2008

quotes.

I found these while going through old notebooks.

"Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears."
"It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. but it is easy to sigh. few things are sadder than the truly monstrous."- West. Day of The Locust

"The cell phones in the pockets of the dead students were still ringing when we were told that it was wrong to ask why. As police cleared the bodies from the Virginia Tech engineering building, the cell phones rang, in the eccentric varieties of ring tones, as parents kept trying to see if their children were ok"- Adam Gopnik "the New Yorker" April, 2007.

"Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c'est fatigant, pout les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications." - Le Petit Prince. Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
something along the lines of: adults do not understand anything, and it is tiring for children to be forever explaining things to them. (Better in french, duh.)

"People sometimes say that the way things happen in the movies is unreal, but actually it's the way things happen to you in life that's unreal. The movies make emotions look so strong and real, whereas when things really do happen to you, it's like watching television-- you dont feel anything." - Andy Warhol. one of my favorites.

"We live in an age when the serious middle brow idiot craves for a literature of ideas for the novel of social comments." Nabokov, Act III of Lolita: A Screenplay

"You Ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world." - Invisible Man.

From the last entries in Mayakovsky's notebook:
"I.
She loves me? She loves me not?

I wring
my hands and scatter the broken-off fingers
like petals you pluck from some
white little flower along your way.
You hold them up to the breeze,
they've told your fortune,
they drift off into May."