Inverted World

Per dare cibo alla poesia non occorre essere nè migliore nè peggiore, basta aver il senso più profondo delle cose... ecco tutto.

Buongiorno!

HIAWATHA

I am made and remade continually. 

Different people draw different words from me.

I cannot fathom into constellations.

Bonjour!

Scrawled in sap

It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. Two people who were once very close can become strangers. You tried to change, didn’t you? You tried  but you can’t make homes out of human beings.

Bonjour!

Time moves

I think when we’re out in the world and we have to talk to people, we edit ourselves. As honest as we may be as humans. When we’re out here, we’re all kind of wearing mirrors on our faces. You know, constantly reacting to how to react to the people around you. And I think when you’re alone for a long enough time, you can feel a lot more peace.

By being yourself, you put something wonderful in the world that was not there before. 

Bonjour!

How to enjoy poetry

In poetry land there’s a myth that art is tainted by popularity: the more eyes see it, the more corrupt it becomes. Said myth is outdated and nonsensical, but survives because it’s a nice stunt double for artistic integrity. It’s also great for cognitive dissonance: if no one’s reading poetry, it helps to think we never wanted them to. AND it justifies our laziness in connecting with non-poets. 
Hooray! 

But um… The myth is rank, you guys. It creates disdain for the public, shames us for our desires to communicate, and imprisons us in insular poetry land… So let’s lose that thing; it’s embarrassing. Musicians has an audience in part because it wants one. It appreciates, respects, and engages the public. We should, too. Similarly… 

Like many poets, beginning songwriters can’t get on the cover of Rolling Stone, or appear on The Daily Show. But they don’t give up and play for one another…They play local venues, partner with local companies, create stories that make the local news. They work with nonprofits, tour town to town, make documentaries. They want to be in conversation with the public. This requires exploration, innovation, and risk-taking, and they do it. 

Tasha Golden

Bonjour Land!

Don't tell the Queen

All things must have its course and every dog its day.

Bonjour!

Bang!!

Maio 22

All that we need to make us happy 
is something to be enthusiastic about.

Bonjour!

Cake

People are not taught to be really virtuous, but to behave properly. We are wicked because we are frightfully self-conscious. We are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves. How can one be serious with the world when the world itself encourages a species of ignorance out of control. Extreme situations don’t change us, they reveal us.

JK's boyhood

Happy B-day, Dear Dad!!!

Illusion Or What?

“I just thought it was so romantic—the idea that you don’t need to be loved in return in order to love something or someone. Love can come from you. It doesn’t have to be reciprocal. People love their cars. People love all kinds of things, and they really love them. And we don’t really value that kind of love because it’s not a real, reciprocal kind of love, but it’s real love to them…”

Thanxxx swimmers!!!

JK

JK 

18/05 - 9 anos - Saudades

Bonjour Pai!

River Guard

The heretic is one who forsakes the truth by not seeking decent reasons for believing it. A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the Assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.

Bonjour!

Heartless Bastards

We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. 

Bonjour!

Go

I sit before flowers 

hoping they will train me better in the art

of opening up.

Hey Mom!

A marvelous Mother's Day!

Dan-dararan-dararan-dararan-dan-dan

It’s not difficult to identify with somebody like yourself, somebody next door who looks like you. What’s more difficult is to identify with someone you don’t see, who’s very far away, who’s a different color, who eats a different kind of food. And you hold an absence at your center as if it were your life, a way of leaving no space for death, of pushing back forgetfulness, of never letting oneself be surprised by the abyss. Of never becoming resigned, consoled, and never turning over in bed to face the wall, as if nothing had happened!

Maya Bloch Artwork

Bonjour Maya!

Magik!

Hey! I'm sorry... 

There’s never a time for it not to be on my blog. 

And forever in my head!

Cause & Affect

Warriyo

If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. 

Bonjour!

Southampton

Peel Session

Ogni vita è un’enciclopedia, una biblioteca, un’inventario d’oggetti, un campionario di stili, dove tutto può essere continuamente rimescolato e riordinato in tutti i modi possibili. M’abbandono all’adorabile viaggio: leggere, vivere dove guidano le parole. 

Vieni, morta e fredda è la giornata!

Too soon, too late

Tell me that you've seen a ghost 
And I'll tell you what to fear the most...

Bonjour!

The saints and the sinners

Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing? It isn’t that they can’t see the solution. It is that they can’t see the problem. Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.

Hawaiian Beat

For us who live in cities Nature is not natural. Nature is supernatural. Just as monks watched and strove to get a glimpse of heaven, so we watch and strive to get a glimpse of earth. It is as if men had cake and wine every day but were sometimes allowed common bread. 

Bonjour!