Dance Me In by Sons & Daughters
The Littlest Birds by The Be Good Tanyas
Carmen / Act 2: Toreador, en garde by Georges Bizet
Self portrait, future self included by Masin Persina [ poetry - july 10 ] Always, I’m at the center of an immense eye. Sometimes I’m its pupil, while at other times I am one of those floaters the eye sees while staring at a blank, blue sky. This morning, it rained. Also, I rode a [...]
You Don’t Know How It Feels by Tom Petty
listening: Faith Children by Little Wings
Listening: Shirley Horn‘s version of But, Beautiful from now voyager.: end of land. from this isn’t happiness. from REFERENCE LIBRARY: Scattered Light from SECRET FORTS: Into Right Now: Oliver Spencer + Topman. from A Print by narelleautio on Print Society – Print Society
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra