4.6.14

Man, after i get through all of those passwords, click all of those buttons, i completely forget what i wanted to write...

17.1.13

"Blinding Glimpse of the Bleeding Obvious" Paul Bennett

27.12.12

From "Kari" by Amruta Patil

"I wish I could detach my lungs . Every day the city seems to be getting heavier, and her varicose veins fight to break out of her skin. Soon we must mutate - thick skins and resilient lungs - to survive this new reality."

"It is hard to fathom the exact composition of the smell. It must have something to do with the city's digestive system. When a digestive system is unwell, it poisons the body with toxins of its own making."

"Looking for your fix of decay again? Go play with people your own age, Kari."

"figs are dark creatures too, skins purple as loving bruises. A fig is one hundred per cent debauched. Lush as a smashed mouth."

"Can palmists read the groves on a formaldehyde baby's palm?"

"I imagine myself in Pegion Girl's place - a split open bag of skin on tar."

"The fear of heights is fear of a desire to jump."



15.11.12

Wilderness tips

"she is suspicious of her own motives." from hack Wednesday by atwood

4.11.12

From "wilderness tips by m. Atwood

"It's a smile that wavers like a gasoline slick on water, shining, changing tone."

3.11.12

From "Weight" by Atwood

"He was so broken, he thought the normal state of the world was broken. Maybe that's why he tried to break Molly: to make her normal. When he couldn't do it one way, he did it another."

*******

"He's the sort of man for whom waiters are a kind of warm-blooded tea trolley."

*******

"Dismemberment. The act of conscious forgetting."

21.10.12

The bog man

"His two cut off feet were placed neatly beside him, like bedroom slippers aiming to be put on."

*****

 "His reflection there has a watery look, as if a lake bottom with decaying leaves on it is visible in glimpses beneath him, beneath his face and the whiter skin of his torso"

16.10.12

From "Isis in darkness"

" she was like a child sleepwalking along the roof-ledge ten storeys up. He was afraid to call out in warning, in case she should wake, and fall."


*****

 "He did not write poetry any more. Some days he hardly even thought about it. It was like a third arm, a third eye, that had atrophied. He'd been a freak when he'd had it." (Margaret Atwood)

24.5.12

Native Foods in Culver City



A great place to eat + fantastic service: http://nativefoods.com/
peanut soup and a seitan sandwich with caramelized onions and mushrooms.
pumpkin seed pesto was incredible

10.5.12

how to pass the time with use

tonight's lecture was particularly boring. the pen inadvertently slid down from paper to skin.

there is a special type of inspiration that comes from teacher's mumbling for two hours.
 


29.3.12

27.3.12

24.3.12

the clock

after 2 screenings i have 2 hours covered: 10pm to11 pm and 12 am to 1 am. Still a long way to go. We recognized Back to the Future, Good Shepard and Colombo. other guesses?

7.12.11

what's left

I put the pumpkin outside to greet the visitors. The rain washed its eyes away. Sigh


  

14.10.11

a galaxy beneath your feet

 
                                                                 a water stream was running down my street

12.10.11

more on angels

 
                            an angel spotted at the bus stop by LA High. featuring wings and Michael Jackson's rhinestone glove