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“Like a nightingale with a toothache.” - Erik Satie’s directions to the performer, Embryons desséchés for piano(1913), I. d’Holothurie.
(via mirroir)
June 7, 2015
John Cage | “In a Landscape” for piano solo (1948)
Alexeï Lubimov, piano
(Source: allegroinquieto, via olfinnigan)
May 20, 2015
"Writing poems is easy. Writing good poems is difficult. Writing a great poem is almost impossible. This is why I try not to think about it. If I contemplated how many actual great poems there are in the world, and how hard it is to write one, I would give up. I think poets, and artists in general, have to have this combination of audacity and humbleness. On the one hand, you have to have this grand and supreme faith in yourself that what you see, hear, touch, taste, think and feel, has importance, and will be meaningful to another human being. On the other hand, you have to know deep down that what you are trying to do is impossible, unattainable, unfeasible, impractical, out of the question, and completely hopeless. And then you try anyway."
— Dorianne Laux, from an interview
(via violentwavesofemotion)
(via lifeinpoetry)
March 21, 2015
Dyed Carnations
by Robyn Schiff
There’s blue, and then there’s blue.
A number, not a hue, this blue
is not the undertone of any one
but there it is, primary.
I held the bouquet
in shock and cut the stems at a deadly angle.
I opened the toxic sachet of flower food
with my canine and rinsed my mouth.
I used to wash my hands and daydream.
I dreamed of myself and washed
my hands of everything. Easy math.
Now I can’t get their procedure
at the florist off my mind.
The white flowers arrived! They overnighted
in a chemical bath
and now they have a fake laugh
that catches like a match
that starts the kind of kitchen fire
that is fanned by water.
They won’t even look at me.
Happy Anniversary.
March 18, 2015
FEAR
by Lydia Davis
Nearly every morning, a certain woman in our community comes running out
of her house with her face white and her overcoat flapping wildly. She
cries out, “Emergency, emergency,” and one of us runs to her and holds
her until her fears are calmed. We know she is making it up; nothing has
really happened to her. But we understand, because there is hardly one
of us who has not been moved at some time to do just what she has done,
and every time, it has taken all our strength, and even the strength of
our friends and families too, to quiet us.
March 13, 2015
"The point of the daily diary exercise is not to record what you already know about what happened to you in the last 24 hours. Instead, it’s an invitation to the back of your mind to come forward and reveal to you the perishable images about the day you didn’t notice you noticed at all."
— Lynda Barry (via austinkleon)
(Source: austinkleon, via hobartpulp)
March 6, 2015
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Untitled (Maria wearing green)
by Guarionex
Jeremy Szopinski
The Flight #4
Oil on board
64″ x 47″
2016
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You even thought you abandoned
one or two gardens. But those things
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