Emma
Katyslany
February 25, 2012
Kazuo Ohno
The courage to float is because life and death are lined up
back to back… Within the vast cosmos and all that is
related to it, you are playing hopscotch.
February 24, 2012
The power of forgetting a piñata
Peter Pan’s Shadow articulates and moves, breaking open.
The orange cape avoiding shame.
Share something like a piñata together violently in love.
They make it to the cheap streets in tiny pieces.
Peter Pan’s shadow will tell me something random one day and the orange cape will float in a dream and ask me to find a smile somewhere over there.
They fall into the glorious place and share something.
But nothing too.
February 24, 2012
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
for your soul project, K.
February 22, 2012
Henry’s Miller’s Commandments
COMMANDMENTS
1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.
2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to ‘Black Spring.’
3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
5. When you can’t create you can work.
6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
9. Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
10. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
11. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.
Under a part titled Daily Program, his routine also featured the following wonderful blueprint for productivity, inspiration, and mental health:
MORNINGS:
If groggy, type notes and allocate, as stimulus.
If in fine fettle, write.
AFTERNOONS:
Work of section in hand, following plan of section scrupulously. No intrusions, no diversions. Write to finish one section at a time, for good and all.
EVENINGS:
See friends. Read in cafés.
Explore unfamiliar sections — on foot if wet, on bicycle if dry.
Write, if in mood, but only on Minor program.
Paint if empty or tired.
Make Notes. Make Charts, Plans. Make corrections of MS.
Note: Allow sufficient time during daylight to make an occasional visit to museums or an occasional sketch or an occasional bike ride. Sketch in cafés and trains and streets. Cut the movies! Library for references once a week.
February 22, 2012
who knows if the moon’s
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited, where
always
it’s
spring) and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves.
~ e.e. cummings
February 21, 2012
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
Mike Brodie, The Polaroid Kidd
and Neruda..
February 19, 2012
this reminds me of prussia cove bathtime – water on the wooden floor, limbs entangled, did you burn me or did i burn you, gingham bikinis, and the sparrow in the bathroom. softest stolen sheets, andiggy and the creep downstairs, wine on the cliffs before afternoon, naps in the rocks, are you a mermaid?, and candelabras… magic. xxo
February 19, 2012
We need these in our house
February 18, 2012
the manifesto of encouragement
the manifesto of encouragement
right now:
There are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness.
Someone you haven’t met yet is already dreaming of adoring you.
Someone is writing a book that you will read in the next two years that will change how you look at life.
Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit to alight the hearts of all of God’s children.
A farmer is looking at his organic crops and whispering, “nourish them.”
Someone wants to kiss you, to hold you, to make tea for you. Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favourite food is, and treat you to a movie. Someone in your orbit has something immensely valuable to give you — for free.
Something is being invented this year that will change how your generation lives, communicates, heals and passes on.
The next great song is being rehearsed.
Thousands of people are in yoga classes right now intentionally sending light out from their heart chakras and wrapping it around the earth.
Millions of children are assuming that everything is amazing and will always be that way.
Someone is in profound pain, and a few months from now, they’ll be thriving like never before. They just can’t see it from where they’re at.
Someone who is craving to be partnered, to be acknowledged, to ARRIVE, will get precisely what they want — and even more. And because that gift will be so fantastical in it’s reach and sweetness, it will quite magically alter their memory of angsty longing and render it all “So worth the wait.“
Someone has recently cracked open their joyous, genuine nature because they did the hard work of hauling years of oppression off of their psyche — this luminous juju is floating in the ether, and is accessible to you.
Someone just this second wished for world peace, in earnest.
Someone is fighting the fight so that you don’t have to.
Some civil servant is making sure that you get your mail, and your garbage is picked up, that the trains are running on time, and that you are generally safe.Someone is dedicating their days to protecting your civil liberties and clean drinking water.
Someone is regaining their sanity. Someone is coming back from the dead. Someone is genuinely forgiving the seemingly unforgivable. Someone is curing the incurable.
You. Me. Some. One. Now.
Thanks Danielle Laporte:
http://www.daniellelaporte.com/white-hot/the-manifesto-of-encouragement/
February 18, 2012
Did you know:
That the word for having sex in the Inuit language is “Laughing together in bed.”
Sweet sweet laughter.
February 16, 2012
dance dance revolution
February 14, 2012
because you will never again be able to keep it quiet
“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.
“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”
“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. ”
“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”
“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.”
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”
February 14, 2012
Desktop Love
I’m going to do this to make my desktop a better place to be.
You should too!
February 12, 2012
oh and this one. like your Siluetas.. this is all for your question. of the seed of the idea that started with the body, and about the in-between, substantiality/ephemerality… xxxxo
also, i don’t feel it like that, what you said.. transcending the physical to become spiritual. to me its same same. maybe more like becoming the embrace of the physical to return to the spiritual. its right here. we are.
OH and have you seen that book with the taxidermy shop in paris that burned down? it is morbidscarybeautiful and it will hit you hard like ouch just right for setting flight.. digame, kitten. i’ll find for you..
find for you. siempre.
http://www.heightofsky.com/trailer.html
February 12, 2012
Height of Sky
“I believe dance must preserve a relationship between the body and the earth. I was not born a farmer, nor did I know intimately any native traditional dance forms. In my unique experience with farming, daily life allowed me to question and develop the relationship between my body and the land and climate. I left the farming village thirteen years ago, yet it still lives in me as the source of my creativity. There are no deserts in Japan. The word “desert” has a negative connotation that is used to illustrate non-existence and death. When I visited Joshua Tree National Park for the first time, I perceived a reticent land – a vast, rich language.”
– Oguri
February 9, 2012
First Light / Last Light
These photographs are taken during the first and the last light of the day, on the Winter Solstice. “First Light / Last Light”, an on-going photo series by Mary Mattingly.
“Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.” – Walt Whitman
The sublime is something that “fills the mind with an agreeable kind of horror” -Joseph Addison
February 8, 2012
The Reanimation Library
The Reanimation Library is a small, independent Presence Library open to the public. It is a collection of books that have fallen out of routine circulation and been acquired for their visual content. Outdated and discarded, they have been culled from thrift stores, stoop sales, and throw-away piles, and given new life as a resource for artists, writers, cultural archeologists, and other interested parties. http://www.reanimationlibrary.org
Salastia 