November 2009
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The Joy Formidable - Whirring
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“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Mogwai - Kids Will Be Skeletons
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Nada Surf - Blonde On Blonde
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“He who loves does not think about his own life. Love is the very marrow of...”
– Attar Neyshapuri
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A Quiet End - IV: Closing
From the short film...
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'it'
This
All this beauty
Chokes limitation
Cripples sadness
Combines all hope
Takes it on its wings
And flying further out
Than any possibility
Creates new worlds
Beyond those
That existed before
- sam
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words
Over the last week I haven’t had them quite as readily. On one hand, I’ve been trying to figure some things out that haven’t lent themselves to easy discussion yet. On another, I have had them, but they’ve been for someone else.
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The Window
you are my bread and the hairline noise of my bones you are almost the sea
you are not stone or molten sound I think you have no hands
this kind of bird flies backwards and this love breaks on a windowpane where no light talks
this is not the time for crossing tongues (the sand here never shifts)
I think tomorrow turned you with his toe and you will shine and shine unspent...
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Sigur Rós - Hljomalind
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TV on the Radio - Family Tree
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a dream
The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the glassy water in the near distance. There aren’t any clouds in the sky; the horizon is blue above and below. I can smell the wood of the pier, bleached light with age, and hear my steps reverberate in the emptiness beneath the planks. It stretches out before me, heading out towards the water. It’s wide and there are a number of other people walking...
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Bon Iver & St. Vincent - Rosyln
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trapped on the threshold
Today there’s something scratching at the door. It occupies a strange space between bursting forth, fertile and visionary; and cowering in a dark corner at the back of some mostly empty room. The tether is pulled backward by shadowy hands (my own?); and it’s exhausted from dealing with a storm of minor, yet chronic, assaults on its constitution, needless concerns and sterile distractions....
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“…we should have to imagine some stupendous whole, wherein all that has...”
– C. Howard Hinton
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something old
The following instrumental is well over a year old and was commissioned for usage as part of a video installation. When I was asked to do it, the artist told me exactly what they had in mind for that portion of the installation, and provided me with an idea of the overall vibe, but essentially gave me free reign to do what I wanted.
I found it quite different to start working with a specific set...
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A Quiet End - The Lights, They Breathe
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Carissa’s Wierd - Gauze
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every day, find something to burn
So often, we cling steadfastly to ideas and objects that have long ceased to have a purpose. Sometimes it’s as simple as a clutter of items that eventually overload closets and cupboards, thinking one day we may still find a use for them, or that they remind us too much of times passed to be discarded. More subtly, we often keep around archaic ideas and outmoded feelings that are too much based in...
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“Human life runs its course in the metamorphosis between receiving and giving.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The National - Mr. November
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gratitude
Thank you for writing to me things that I didn’t know I needed to hear. It all came rushing in as soon as I read the words, and meant more than I ever thought it would.
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Thom Yorke - All For The Best
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