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13 Mar

If there’s motion, there’s life. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking living things or inanimate objects. If you’re looking for something that is truly alive, be it something tangible or just an idea, watch for something that carries momentum.

Poetry and John Updike

28 Feb

        I’ll admit, I was never much into poetry. Something inside me always scoffed at the precious style of some poets. But, you know, I think part of growing up is realizing that by being prejudiced you’re missing out on a lot of really cool things. Like this poem below. I tried reading The Centaur a couple of years ago but found it dreary for some reason. Maybe I’ll give it another try in the light of this unexpected discovery.

 

Half Moon, Small Cloud
by John Updike

Caught out in daylight, a rabbit’s
transparent pallor, the moon
is paired with a cloud of equal weight:
the heavenly congruence startles.

For what is the moon, that it haunts us,
this impudent companion immigrated
from the system’s less fortunate margins,
the realm of dust collected in orbs?

We grow up as children with it, a nursemaid
of a bonneted sort, round-faced and kind,
not burning too close like parents, or too far
to spare even a glance, like movie stars.

No star but in the zodiac of stars,
a stranger there, too big, it begs for love
(the man in it) and yet is diaphanous,
its thereness as mysterious as ours.

“Typophile Film Festival” – Opening Titles

28 Feb

Wake up, enjoy the slightly out of  focus image, take a deep breath  and dip your fingers into the toothpaste (careful with your eyes though). Now sit down and eat your inspiration veggies.

Pretty pixels

21 Feb

Does any of you remember PacMan? How about Tetris, or Space Invaders? No matter if you’re a boy, a girl, a man or woman, you played one of these games at least once in your life. Back then, every pixel meant something and technology served inspiration, not the other way around. Putting things out of context is one of our naturally occuring creative resources and this guy brilliantly taps into it. So let the kid out and enjoy!

Not really my type of celebration but…

14 Feb

Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!

Here’s some Andrew Marvell for you–His Coy Mistress.

 

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
   But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
   Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.